"Dad, I'm coming with you," Xaviar said, dropping his homework and scurrying along on his little feet.
"I'm going into the bedroom to sleep. Do you want to sleep next to me tonight?" Jeremy Thompson gave him a disdainful look, stepped into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut with a 'bang'.
"Thump," Xaviar, running too fast to stop in time, bumped his little nose straight into the door, almost bringing tears to his eyes from the pain.
Angrily stomping his foot, Xaviar pounded on the door with his little hand, crying out, "Dad, you must not be my real father, are you?"
There was no reply from the bedroom; obviously, Jeremy Thompson had ignored him as if he were air. He waited at the bedroom door for a long time until he couldn't bear it any longer and reluctantly returned to the guest room.
....
The hospital, Chris Ainsworth's ward.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, Dr. Johnson, Chris's attending physician, called Anna Ainsworth into the office once again.
