Farley personally felt that compared to aggressive Hester, he preferred sweet Hester. After all, overarm throwing or kicking out of bed that using her hand faster than using her head happened less often at these times.
He carried her to wash up and then carried her back. He looked straight ahead and took off his pajamas to change into his police uniform. When Hester shook his head and sat at the table, Farley continued to take a cold shower.
Hester was in a trance for a long time. When Farley went downstairs, she was finally really awake.
"Where is your daddy?" Hester blinked his eyes. The first thing she did when she was hungry was to find Farley.
Farley pushed the poured milk to Hester and pointed to the bathroom with his little paw.
"Bathing in the morning?" Hester rolled her eyes and humphed, "What's wrong with him?"
"It's your cause," The bathroom door opened. Farley walked out with a body full of water vapor. He glanced at Hester. "Do you want to appeal?"