“We’re here!” Viola called out to her mother from behind the car, her mother had been sitting quietly, afraid of what awaited her and Scarlet’s reaction to them coming all the way from New York to Canada.
Mrs. Albertson heard her eldest daughter yelling out to her but she was too wind up in her own thoughts to answer Viola. Mrs. Albertson thought of all the things that she would say to Scarlet but the question was, would Scarlet listen to her at all, or had she been brain washed by her knew family already.
“Mommy, mommy can I see the baby please?” Viola ran towards her mother, exited that her parents had brought her baby brother home. Mrs. Albertson walked over to her rocking chair, she sat down, Viola climbed onto a little table, and she peaked at Scarlet.
“What’s his name?” Viola a
