MALCOLM
I barely got any sleep last night. After Marilyn mentioned that, I had to clear her doubts about her mother and I but we never got anywhere since Louise returned home and they both spent the night in Marilyn's room.
"f**k," I rub my tired face as I look out of the driving car. I didn't expect my daughter would remember Caroline but she wasn't exactly too young when they met.
She was only eight when I married Caroline and up until she turned eleven, the two never exactly got along.
Caroline never mentioned this to me though. Marilyn's attitude was just impossible to ignore. I wonder if it was my mother feeding her all those things or if it was Louise brainwashing her but she never got to know how sweet Caroline could be or even give the poor woman a chance.
Like a Quokka, Carol
