Selma Payne's POV:
A woman's voice came from upstairs. It was weak as she said, "Of course, baby. I like whatever you make."
The girl brought lunch upstairs. Her mother was no longer as high-spirited as she was when she was young.
The woman's face was pale, and her body was thin. She was listless as she leaned on the sofa next to the stove. Only a pair of bright eyes shone like the sun against the fire, but it was unspeakably strange in this situation.
Dorothy continued.
The girl and her mother were quietly eating dinner. Suddenly, the girl asked, "Mother, where did my father go?"
The woman almost dropped her spoon and asked, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
The girl said, "Linda left school early. She said that her father came to visit her and her mother, so she wanted to go home early to have lunch with her parents. Where's my father? Mother, why didn't he come to see us?"
