"Mr. Stephens," someone called out from under the tree not far away, "Granny Dixon has invited you for dinner. Are you planning to go?"
Edward Stephens slowly released Daisy Ginger from his grasp. He stepped back, licked the blood from his bitten lip, and lightly replied, "Yes. Tell her we'll be right over."
Rustling footsteps echoed from behind, and soon, the surrounding noise quieted down.
The argument was abruptly interrupted, and neither continued; both their emotions fell.
The man reached out, gently wiping the corner of her eye with his fingertip, gazing down at her, "Wash your face. Let's go eat."
Daisy Ginger glanced at him, brushed away his hand, lowered her eyes, and turned back to the bathroom.
Edward Stephens stood at the door, his deep gaze fixed on Daisy Ginger's back until she disappeared from view, slowly withdrawing his sight.
