Purple Summers returned home just in time.
Atra Blanc had finished cooking and was setting the tableware when she saw Purple come in, and gently said, "Go wash your hands, dinner's ready."
Purple smiled and agreed.
Alexander Summers was not at home, leaving only the mother and daughter at the dinner table.
Atra called Alexander, but no one answered, which made her worry.
"Your brother may not be coming home again tonight..." Atra sighed.
Purple didn't mind.
She ate silently with a better appetite.
Atra continued to mutter, "He said he'd start a company, but who knows how that's going? Always out and never home, I'm really worried..."
Purple thought: it would be better if he never comes back.
Atra sighed again.
Her son's playboy nature was a constant worry, but luckily her daughter was becoming more and more sensible and well-behaved. Atra found some comfort in this.
