"Aaron is now 25 years old. Why, Mr. Jacob? "Franklin asked. I didn't reply to his question but rather asked, "What is his mother's name?"
I asked nervously. I began to sweat all of a sudden. I'm not sure why, but as I glanced at that boy, something happened to me. I noticed her in his gestures.
Sorry, Mr. Jacob. I honestly don't recall. But, I think I can get his biographical information here, or perhaps it's at home, "Franklin remarked.
I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I didn't even hear Franklin say anything.
"Mr. Jacob," Franklin said as he put his hand on my shoulder. I was startled and turned to face him.
"Yes, yes," I said quietly. “Are you alright? You don't appear well, "Franklin said.
I murmured, pressing my dry lips together, "Will you please provide me with his
