On Earth 172 light-years away, it was early in the morning in the northeast of North America.
Elvy drank the last mouthful of fresh milk and gently put down the knife and fork in her hand. She also smoothed the table and stood up gently. She smiled at the middle-aged couple sitting opposite her and said, "Uncle Burval, Aunt Molly, I'm done eating."
The middle-aged man smiled at Elvy and nodded lightly. The middle-aged woman only glanced at her coldly and did not say anything.
Elvy was long used to this situation. She bowed slightly to the two of them and left the dining room.
Before the door of the dining room behind her closed, Elvy heard enthusiastic conversation coming from inside. It was the complete opposite of the silent atmosphere that was as dead as her breakfast.
Elvy glanced back at Uncle Burval and Aunt Molly, who were talking and laughing in the dining room. Her two delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, then slowed.