Victoria couldn't believe what she was hearing.
She blurted out, "Hey, shouldn't I be the one saying those lines? You, Adrian Wilson, could always squeeze in with Michael. When I'm cold, who am I supposed to find?"
"Exactly, so why don't you say so?" Michael retorted, "You kept quiet about being lonely. It's your own fault."
"I... I'm not lonely!" Victoria felt like she was losing her mind.
Mo picked out Hank Clegg: "If you're cold, why don't you find... this one."
Now, it was Hank Clegg's turn to be confused.
"Hey, mom, tell me honestly, do you feel lonely, empty, and cold at night?" Michael dragged out the tone, looking at Victoria from the corner of his eye.
"I..." Victoria felt utterly distraught, "I'm not!"
But it seemed like Mo didn't hear what Victoria was saying at all. She looked up at Hank Clegg, "Uncle Hank, is it your life mission to save the world?"
Hank Clegg's eye twitched, wondering what on earth the little girl was up to.
