Enemies Were Bound to Meet

Edmond vaulted off the chair.

Candy was still in Maverick's arms.

She realized that the boy was a little different from what she had remembered.

The other day, he was aloof and cold, just like her father she saw on TV.

But today he seemed to be very cheerful.

He was smiling at her father. Did it mean he liked him?

Candy pouted. She was still an innocent child. All she knew was that even if her father belonged to her for now, he was likely to be taken by someone of the similar age who liked him, too.

She was a little upset.

But on second thought, if it was him, she might accept the idea of, not giving up her father to him, but "sharing" with him.

Children at Candy's age liked to make presumptions.

She had always believed that she didn't have a mother and her beloved one was not her grandparent, uncle, or aunt, but only her father.

So she presumed that someone like that boy might not have a father.

A child had a weird way of thinking indeed.