There were three rows in the car, but Old Mr. Smith disliked Brandon Piers, and Brandon also didn't like Old Mr. Smith, so each took a row.
Abigail looked at her grandfather, then at Brandon. The two were in the front and back, leaving an empty row in the middle.
As she looked at both of them, they both stared seriously at her.
Abigail took a deep breath and decisively sat in the middle.
Brandon and Old Mr. Smith, "..."
They were both very dissatisfied.
Abigail was helpless. She talked to her grandfather while reaching back to hold Brandon's hand.
Brandon held his daughter's soft, tender hand. His displeased mood eased a bit. He no longer quarreled with the cranky old man in front, focusing on playing with Abigail's fingers.
