"That's the bank, it's where people keep their money."
"What does 'keep money' mean?"
"Uh..."
"And over there?"
"That's called a hotel, a hotel is..."
"Mommy, Daddy!"
"What Daddy?"
"Daddy's over there!!"
The little guy suddenly got very excited and started bouncing on Rebecca Quentin's leg.
Rebecca Quentin followed Andrew's little finger and finally noticed someone just getting out of a car in the hotel parking lot.
It was Howard Geoffrey.
Rebecca Quentin smiled and said, "Andrew, your eyes are so bright..."
"Mommy, let's go find Daddy."
"No, Daddy is at work right now, we can't disturb him."
"Oh..." The little guy's drawn-out tone sounded understanding yet pitiful.
Rebecca Quentin kissed Andrew, then smiled and looked out the window again.
The next second, Rebecca Quentin's gaze froze.
"Mommy, Mommy..."
The little one's cries brought Rebecca Quentin back from her daze, "Hmm?"
"What is a hotel?"
"A hotel is..."
