'Whoever is it that she has written to?' Missy asked her brother. She was more settled at that time.
'I do not know. But I reckon she shall return to me to get assistance on sending it out. I shall surely find out then.'
Marlow stood up from the chair and stretched his body. At least he could move freely given that Gina was no longer in the room.
Richard sat with his mother all morning. They did not speak any words for they did not know what to say.
Richard had questioned his father and uncle's act over and over, yet he had no answer as to why they did what they did.
It would have been better for his mother to get humiliated as one who could not bear children than for her to bear the child of her husband's brother.
Ever since Richard was a child, he has been told that he looked just like his father, Thomas. At some point, he began to see it too.
How then could it be that Oliver, who he had grown to regard as an uncle, was his father?
