Sky sneered at Rachel's question. “Why did Mama sound like Papa? Do you not like Uncle Edmund too, Mama?"
"No. It is not like that." Rachel glanced behind briefly. Not finding Lucas, she whispered, "Mama likes him too. He can make you laugh and he is also caring. I am glad you have a friend like him, even though he is a little strange and mysterious.”
"Well then," Sky sat up, "how about Mama join me to welcome him later? I can choose an easy job for you.”
Rachel was wide-eyed. "Me? Joining to welcome him? No, Honey."
“We can prepare a crown from twigs. When Uncle Edmund comes, Mama can put the crown on his head.”
Rachel shook her head quickly. Just imagining it made her cringe, let alone doing it. "No, Honey. That's not a good idea. Papa might get jealous and hit him again.”
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