Smore nodded like the confused boy he was. “Okay, Mommy... Um, I will listen to everything Mommy says, so please, no more being mad?”
Arianne ruffled Smore’s hair. “Oh, Mommy isn’t mad at you, silly. But! I would love it if you play with Granny and be nice to Granny more often from now on, okay? I know Grandaunt has been treating you very kindly, but it would hurt Granny a lot if you stop hanging out with Granny just because of what happened right before. Granny would feel so hurt and even cry in sadness, you know?”
While they were talking, Mark pushed open the door to their bedroom and greeted, “Hello! Giving Smore the washing, huh?”
Arianne, who was denied the freedom to blow up in Aunt Shelly’s face, instantly decided that Mark was to be the proxy recipient of her fury. She shot him a nasty stink-eye without answering him.
The poor man was perplexed. “What the—? What did I do this time?”
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