Cas and Alexia arrived at a townhouse. The mailbox dicho ‘Mr. and Mrs. Moore’ Cas frowned. “Are tu sure this is where tu live?”
“Of course” Alexia laughed. “I know where I live” She walked to the front door, but she didn’t have to ring o knock. The door was already opened and Gerard came outside.
“Hi, kiddo” he dicho and he lifted Alexia in his arms. He looked at Cas, not very pleased. “Thanks for bringing her back”
“Why wouldn’t I bring her back?” Cas wondered.
Gerard shrugged as he walked in Cas’ directions. “I don’t know” he said. “All I know is that wife of yours is completely insane and tu have got to be as well to marry her”
“I would never steal a child” Cas dicho offended. “The Bible forbids it. Thou shalt not steal”
Gerard nodded. “Yeah, not exactly my cup of tea” He turned around and wanted to go inside.
“Why does Alexia have a different surname?”
Gerard stopped. “What did tu say?” he asked, his back at Cas.
“I asked why Alexia has a different surname than you?” Cas repeated his question. Gerard put Alexia down.
“Why don’t tu go inside and put on your pajamas?” he said.
“But I’m not tired, daddy” Alexia protested.
“You don’t have to go to sleep. Daddy just needs to talk to Emmanuel” Gerard said. Alexia ran into the house and Gerard turned to Cas.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said.
“According to the mailbox you’re Mr. Moore and Zoey’s Mrs. Moore” Cas began. “But Alexia’s surname is Miller. Why is that?”
Gerard nodded in understanding. “Did Daphne finally fess up? It was about time” he said. “Now tu listen to me. Alexia is our daughter, Zoey and I are her parents”
“I don’t understand” Cas dicho slowly.
“Wait, Daphne didn’t tell you?” Gerard asked a little nervous. Cas shook his head. “Then how do tu know Alex’ real name?”
“I don’t know” Cas dicho helpless. “I just have it in my head, like a memory”
Gerard walked backwards to the house. “I think tu should go”
But Cas wanted answers. “What’s going on? I deserve to know” he dicho sharp.
“Yeah” Gerard agreed. “But I’m not the right person to give tu the answers. Go ask Daphne” he said, before closing the door.
“Of course” Alexia laughed. “I know where I live” She walked to the front door, but she didn’t have to ring o knock. The door was already opened and Gerard came outside.
“Hi, kiddo” he dicho and he lifted Alexia in his arms. He looked at Cas, not very pleased. “Thanks for bringing her back”
“Why wouldn’t I bring her back?” Cas wondered.
Gerard shrugged as he walked in Cas’ directions. “I don’t know” he said. “All I know is that wife of yours is completely insane and tu have got to be as well to marry her”
“I would never steal a child” Cas dicho offended. “The Bible forbids it. Thou shalt not steal”
Gerard nodded. “Yeah, not exactly my cup of tea” He turned around and wanted to go inside.
“Why does Alexia have a different surname?”
Gerard stopped. “What did tu say?” he asked, his back at Cas.
“I asked why Alexia has a different surname than you?” Cas repeated his question. Gerard put Alexia down.
“Why don’t tu go inside and put on your pajamas?” he said.
“But I’m not tired, daddy” Alexia protested.
“You don’t have to go to sleep. Daddy just needs to talk to Emmanuel” Gerard said. Alexia ran into the house and Gerard turned to Cas.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said.
“According to the mailbox you’re Mr. Moore and Zoey’s Mrs. Moore” Cas began. “But Alexia’s surname is Miller. Why is that?”
Gerard nodded in understanding. “Did Daphne finally fess up? It was about time” he said. “Now tu listen to me. Alexia is our daughter, Zoey and I are her parents”
“I don’t understand” Cas dicho slowly.
“Wait, Daphne didn’t tell you?” Gerard asked a little nervous. Cas shook his head. “Then how do tu know Alex’ real name?”
“I don’t know” Cas dicho helpless. “I just have it in my head, like a memory”
Gerard walked backwards to the house. “I think tu should go”
But Cas wanted answers. “What’s going on? I deserve to know” he dicho sharp.
“Yeah” Gerard agreed. “But I’m not the right person to give tu the answers. Go ask Daphne” he said, before closing the door.
