Rebecca Quentin's eyes were glistening with tears, her voice choked, "Be good, Aunt Clare will miss you too."
Christine Quinn sighed softly, "Becca, it's getting late, we should go too..."
"Hmm, sis, take care."
"You too, don't forget to take care of yourself while looking after Andrew."
"I know."
"Aunt, you must call Marie often."
Rebecca Quentin smiled gently, "I know, I won't forget you, my little sweetheart."
Christine Quinn also laughed, her arm around her daughter, "Let's go, little sweetheart, we should get in the car..."
Rebecca Quentin couldn't wave, she had to watch them get into the carriage.
After Christine Quinn and Marilyn Quinn sat in the car, Skyler Jones came to Rebecca Quentin.
As if he had a lot to say to Rebecca Quentin but didn't know how to start, Skyler Jones gazed deeply at her beautiful face, low and hoarse, he said, "Becca, take care of yourself, I'll come over whenever I have time."
