92| Seeing his father

Friday arrived, and Oliver didn't bother his mother about meeting his dad again. He was nervous, knowing they would be traveling to the city by Saturday, and he had to make preparations for it.

"Mom, what do I pack and wear to the city tomorrow?" Oliver asked Miranda as he went to her room to check on her.

Miranda was preparing to have her bath, as it was Friday morning. She knew her son had been looking forward to Saturday, and it was only a day away.

"You don't have to pack your suitcase, Oliver. You're just going to visit your Dad; it's not like you're going to live with them," Miranda said, frowning.

"But Mom, can't I stay with Daddy for a week? Then I'll be back the following week to stay with you?" Oliver asked, still in his white pajamas.

"Hmm. I haven't told your Daddy yet that you'll be coming to stay with him. Maybe after we visit him, and he asks you to stay, then I'll arrange for your suitcase and send it. But for now, you won't pack your suitcase," Miranda told him, and O