Arlo has a black mole above and towards the left side end of his lips. He subconsciously touched his mole. He thought she would tell he was handsome and all so she remembers but she was precise with her answer.
"Dad, He was five years old when he lost his parents and you lost your friend. So how can you two have such a good connection that you brought him home? It must be at least more than twenty years, right?"
David was at a loss of words. Arlo's lips twitched, "ahh... My grandmother knows Mr.H... Uncle Harley."
"Oh!" Sky looked towards the kitchen. There were no sounds hence she called butler. "Butler uncle"
Nobody answered from the kitchen. David spoke, "Lass, I sent them out, Let me call." David stood up to go.
Sky stretched her hand pushed him down, "Butler Uncle"
This time her voice was louder. Ryan found it annoying. The other three were smiling. Ryan hit his forehead looking at Arlo.
"Young miss." Butler ran inside.
