"Anne-Marie," Harold smiled to his adopted daughter. "We're going to stay for dinner."
"Okay, Daddy." Anne-Marie smiled at him, still trying to get used to the parental pronouns.
"Dinner sounds good," Patch said, feeling his stomach growling. "I am kind of hungry."
"Feels like forever since we last ate," Mo chuckled. "You wanna stay for dinner, Cherry?"
"Eh, you get to know your new neighbors, I'm gonna go home and write poetry about how pointless my life is..." Cherry shrugged, deciding to go off.
"Me and Patch would love to stay for dinner." Atticus said, politely accepting her invitation.
Mo smiled to the boy she loved.
Cherry went home and saw a plate at the kitchen table made of one of her favorite dinners. A nice big chunk of pork roast with potatoes and carrots dazzled with some sweet honey mustard. There was a glass of strawberry soda with a straw in it and the silverware was ready for her. She looked around to see her mother, but she wasn't there to had made it.
Her father couldn't have made it so perfectly like this, but she cut the food and ate it and smiled. It was a lot better than the way her mother prepared it. There also appeared to be an iPhone with a big ribbon tied on it. Cherry had never had an iPhone, she always had a lame flip phone that couldn't do cool things like everyone else's phones could at school. Whoever did this for her, she thanked them as Forte seemed to be by the front door and left to go to the church across the yard with a smile.
The End