Little Hutchinson looked up, spreading question marks all over his face.
"Here's the thing, darling, Auntie needs to step out for a bit and your sister will be scared if she stays home alone. Would you be okay with her coming over to your place?" The woman spoke with an unusually tender smile, easily evoking a sense of affinity in others. She then thrust the thermos in her hand to the young boy, "This is the soup Auntie cooked, brought for you and your dad, consider it as a thank you gift, okay?"
Little Hutchinson habitually sought Flossie's opinion before obediently directing his gaze to the woman, nodding his head in agreement, "Okay."
The woman found his small gestures so awkward that her smile became slightly stiff, though she strived to maintain her composure, nearly causing her facial muscles to twitch.
