Uncle Murry was no longer just smiling.
He was grinning from ear to ear. His smile was so massive it looked like it was going to break his face in half. His eyes were sparkling with absolute, undeniable joy.
His imagination went completely wild.
"Oh my heavens!" Murry cheered inside his own mind. He clutched the empty soup bowl to his chest like a holy treasure.
He pictured the scene in his head. He imagined Camilla arriving at the military camp in her beautiful yellow dress. He imagined her feeding the hot, potent soup to the General inside his private tent.
"Maybe this batch of soup was a little too strong," Murry thought to himself, biting his inner lip to stop himself from laughing out loud with pure joy.
He looked at Camilla's tired face. He looked at her slightly messy red hair. He looked at the way she was rubbing her forehead, looking physically exhausted.
Murry's old mind jumped to the most scandalous, wonderful conclusion possible.
