Andres has asked, "Are you ready to start? Or are you already finished?"
Luther, "..."
Joyce, "..."
This kid knows too much, what the hell does he usually read on the internet? How come he knows everything. These words, is a four-year-old child should know?
Anderson saw them all freeze and added a comment.
"I'll go out if I have to start. If it's already over, Mommy you can come downstairs with me, Daddy looks like he needs to regain his energy."
Luther, "..."
Joyce, "..."
A few moments later, Joyce awkwardly got out of bed and dragged Anderson away without saying a word, blaming Luther, who was simply embarrassed in front of her child.
Before Anderson left, he turned around and poked his tongue out at Luther, "Dad, you rest for a while. I'll come up and get you when dinner is ready."
Joyce glared back at the originator and then heavily slammed the door shut.
Rest? He needs rest? Shouldn't she be the one to rest and rejuvenate?
"Andres, are you hungry?" She asked softly to Anderson.
"Mmm, so hungry." Anderson nodded his head in a rush.
Joyce came downstairs and made dinner.
Luther had come down from upstairs and he was standing by the window on the phone. The twilight enveloped his body around him, looking even longer.
After Ivy had set up the dishes, Luther had finished his phone call and sat down at the table.
Joyce gave Andres a piece of shrimp and a piece of chicken.
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