Forty minutes later.
The eye-catching pink Maserati stopped at the entrance to the Walker Family duplex apartment.
Right on time.
A hoarse cry cut through the air, "Why are you so late? Didn't we agree over the phone to arrive at three o'clock? What time is it now? You are completely unreliable!"
Tercy Mason got out of the car, stepping on the thin snow, and hurriedly stepped forward to apologize, "Edbert, don't be mad, Auntie brought you some delicious candies."
"I don't want them!"
Edbert forcefully knocked Tercy's offered hand aside, the strength enough to scatter the candies in her palm, like colorful glazed beads, rolling onto the ground…
and burrowing into the shallow snow.
Obby Stuart ran over, collecting the candies in the snowfield, holding them tightly in his small hands, then gently offered them back, "Edbert, don't be mad. Aunt Ella's wallet was stolen by a thief, which delayed us."
"Really?" Edbert was skeptical.
