I stayed in bed for a week, and I got three calls from Lockie.
Lockie wanted to get together with me, but I didn't dare to move because I didn't know whether I wanted the child or not.
On Sunday afternoon, when Lockie called me for the fourth time, I decided to keep my appointment.
When I was grooming and going downstairs, I heard Flora's voice in the living room. "Cheney, Afra doesn't like me very much. Every time I see her, she doesn't seem to be very close to me."
Cheney's voice came. "She doesn't know you very well."
"Tell me what Afra likes."
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I want to please her, everyone will live under one roof in the future. I want to be nice to her. Your eldest brother is gone so I want to take good care of her."
"Barbie."
I took two steps back, slowly returned to the room, and gently closed the door.