Enna Clark clenched her fist, then loosened it, loosened it and tightened it again. She finally prepared herself mentally and took a deep breath, resigned to her fate, "I'll cook, wait a moment."
For Bobby, she would endure it!
The kitchen had a sliding door. She took the groceries in, then closed the door. She walked to the window, took out her phone and slid to Tiffany Clifford's number. She dialed--
"Beep beep..."
After two beeps, the call was answered, "Hello, Enna?"
"Sister Tiffany, can you help me?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Can you pick up my son from the kindergarten for me?"
"Sure, just send me the kindergarten's address."
Enna hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed, but still spoke up, "If it's possible, can I trouble you to take care of him for the night?"
She didn't know when Baron Lawrence would leave.
In case Tiffany brought Bobby back in the evening and bumped into Baron Lawrence, it would be a disaster!
