Angela tensed at the first mention of Dolly being sick.But after everything that had happened recently, she steadied quickly.“Your father and your aunt aren’t home?” she asked, her tone cool.Dolly whined softly, “I just want Mommy. Mommy, I want you to tell me a story. Can’t you come now?”Angela paused before asking, “Do you remember what you said a few days ago?“Dolly Turner, don’t treat people like toys you summon when you want them and kick away when you don’t. “If you want me to come take care of you, you’ll have to earn my forgiveness for what you did before.”Dolly instantly grew impatient. “There you go lecturing again. Forget it then, Miss Bailey.”She hung up, irritation still clouding her delicate features.She looked at Donald. “Dad, did Mommy figure out I was lying?”Donald said nothing.In the past, no matter how busy Angela was, the moment she heard Dolly was sick, she would drop everything and rush over.She stayed up all night if needed, sitting at her bedside wit
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