C1104 Two Mothers

Aletta looked at me, then looked at Elodie, who was following her. Her small face was wrinkled and filled with doubt. "Two mothers?"

"This is Mom," Doyle said in a small but firm voice. "Didn't you just tell your brother that Mom doesn't smell right? Don't you want to smell her again?"

Aletta suddenly realized something and reached out her hand to me