Upon hearing that, Logan was stunned; his eyes widened and he looked at Whitney, saddened. He didn't expect he would tell that, nor did I.
Hendrix, at that time, froze in place.
Shrugging my shoulder, I sighed and said, "It seems the family members you refer to don't mean me. If that's the case, then I better leave now."
"Logan!" Hendrix shouted at the top of his lungs, almost echoing around the room.
"I am sorry, sister-in-law. It is my fault. Please forgive what I have mentioned earlier," Logan said.
"Okay, as a punishment, I better make you drink three glasses."
Melissa pulled me aside and said, "It's been long since we haven't seen each other."
I sat down in an empty chair. Hendrix was sitting on my left and Whitney was sitting on his right.
After the dishes were served, there was a dish of shrimp.
Whitney placed one onto Hendrix's plate.
"Help me peel it, please," said Whitney.
As expected, Hendrix picked up the shrimp and started peeling it. Afterward, he placed it back on Whitney's plate.
"You always said you love to eat shrimp, but you just don't like feeling it," he said.
Whitney smiled and replied, "Isn't it you, Hendrix? You're really good!"