"She's definitely grown taller; Cherline has always been taller than most of the boys since she was a child."
Wilton Lindsey chimed in, his face full of hope and pride for his granddaughter.
But he couldn't sit still. After a while, he wandered off to the garden for a stroll.
Meanwhile, Arthur Lindsey was no longer in the living room. After instructing the servants to take care of his father and mother separately, he drove off alone to the hospital.
At this moment, nothing was more important than his wife.
As for Cherline, she would be back at the prearranged time to accompany her grandparents.
Thus, his sudden disappearance was perfectly reasonable.
In the living room.
The TV was on.
Penny Sullivan, worn out from the long flight and car ride, lounged on the soft sofa, unwilling to move, holding a cup of rejuvenating floral tea in her hand.
Her eyes occasionally darted toward the window.
