Parbor stood there, frozen. He looked up at Amy in confusion.
The customers couldn't help but laugh.
Mag shook his head with a smile. Amy's only four, and not much taller than him. There's no way she can pick him up. But, maybe she should have said that less bluntly.
At last, the little boy understood. He turned to his father, aggrieved, as if about to cry. "The big sister said no hugs."
Gjergj opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to comfort his little boy. Now, his two sons were both in a bad mood.
"Shouldn't you say something?" Harrison asked in a whisper.
"I'm afraid I'll only make it worse…"
"My brother isn't heavy!" Parmer said angrily, stepping between Amy and Parbor.
"Brother…" Parbor cowered behind Parmer.
"Yeah, right. Then why don't you go ahead and pick him up?" Amy said coolly.
"I will!" He turned to look at his brother.
