Old Mr. Jefferson glowered at his son. “Brat, what do you mean? Stop saying you resemble me. You’re nothing like me. I have no idea why you’ve turned out like this.”

Unable to take it anymore, Logan rebuked, “Old man, watch what you say. If Mom comes into your dream tonight, she might beat you up!”

Burning with rage, Old Mr. Jefferson picked up a pillow and hurled it at him. “Brat, stop twisting my words!”

He’s so feisty now. Has he really been under the weather? Logan guffawed and dodged the pillow.

Meanwhile, Lydia’s eyes were fixed on the bag Logan had brought with him. After the men were done with their bicker, she asked, “Logan, was it a man or a woman who gave you this?”

sister and replied, “Lydia, why did you ask

Lysa chimed in, “Of course it must be a

two cents as well. “It’s no wonder

forgot to leave it

meaningful smile. “Oh yeah, I totally

to leave after he was done

self, Old Mr. Jefferson suddenly teased, “Leave the food here for me to have a taste. I used to like it when I was

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