Felly set up the food on the dining table with Amy’s help. She smiled when she heard tiny footsteps approaching her. “Mama, I’m hungry. I want to eat.” Felly chuckled. “So do you want to eat now, or should we wait for Papa?” Felly asked. She pulled a chair for Kimberly to sit on. Kimberly’s hazel eyes blinked. “Papa’s still not home, Mama?”“Not yet, dear. Maybe he’s still busy with work.”“But it’s Sunday, Mama. Does Papa always have work on the weekend?”Felly was about to open the refrigerator door when she heard the question. She immediately stopped what she was doing. Kimberly was only three years and a few months old, but she already understood things that children her age should not even think about.Felly turned to her and smiled. "Papa has a lot of work, dear. So, Papa has to keep working even on holidays." "Oh ... is that so, Mama?" Felly nodded, but she did not actually know where Archer was. He had gone since this afternoon—after Felly rubbed the ointment on his back.
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