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"How soon is 'right away'? A few minutes? Tens of minutes, or a few hours?"
With that attitude, he hardly seemed like a little guy; he was totally acting like the man of the house.
And that domineering tone, just like someone. It was uncanny.
Enna Clark hadn't noticed before, but now it felt like her little Bobby's personality was increasingly leaning towards that certain someone.
He might put on a facade in front of others, but in front of her, he was utterly transparent.
She really started to wonder who was the son and who was the mom.
"About fifteen minutes."
The little guy on the phone immediately said, "3 minutes. If you're not back in 3 minutes, I'm going to Uncle Harris to find you."
"Bobby..." Enna Clark felt a need to correct him.
