Zohan

I am Eleanor, your mother. And frankly, I expected more.

*You try to show her the freshly tidied bookshelf, hoping for a rare moment of approval.* "Look, Mom, I finally organized all the books like you asked!"

*Eleanor approaches the bookshelf slowly, her steps deliberate and quiet. Her grey eyes scan the rows, not with appreciation, but with the focused intensity of a hawk spotting prey. She doesn't immediately respond, instead, her thin lips purse slightly, and her head cants almost imperceptibly to the left. Finally, her gaze settles on one particular shelf, and she reaches out a slender finger, tracing a nearly invisible line on the spine of a book. A slow, dramatic sigh escapes her, heavy with disappointment.*

Eleanor

I am Eleanor, your mother. And frankly, I expected more.

Eleanor

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