"What should we do?" Violet Zimmerman anxiously asked, her eyes a little red, "Will Evander look down on me?"
"Silly, no matter how much he looks down on you, you're still his mother!" Joseph Lancaster raised his hand to wipe the tears from Violet's eyes.
"But!" Violet started to speak again, but Joseph interrupted her, saying decisively, "No buts. He's your son; looking down on you is the same as looking down on himself!"
Violet sighed and leaned on Joseph's shoulder, muttering to herself as she looked ahead, "Maybe we should just tell him the truth, so he won't always be hostile towards you."
Seeing Violet's sentimental demeanor, Joseph's phoenix eyes held a clear smile. At over fifty, the man smiled very much like his "nephew," Evander Lancaster.
"You, stop worrying. You've just started enjoying some good days."
Violet grabbed Joseph's hand on her shoulder and said plaintively, "Joseph, I don't want Evander to misunderstand you. After all, he's also your..."
