"Hi, Mari. How are you?" Edith picked up her child, stroking her curly locks.
Mary peeked in at the sound of her name.
Marigold responded to her mother. "Good."
Edith kissed her forehead, bringing them over to the carpet and sitting down. "Want to play?"
The child nodded, reaching for a little stuffed fox which wore a shirt and pants that Sybbie had picked out for her.
Mary watched the two as they played quietly.
She realized that Edith must not totally hate her if she called her daughter by the same name.