Olivier was quiet as he gently washed Ollie’s face and admitted he felt terribly guilty for not listening to Bobbie when she had said pizza should not have been on the menu. His poor little girl had taken one whiff of the greasy pies and had instantly started heaving. Then she’d cried because she’d vomited on him.
Bobbie had rubbed the child’s back and had put her window down but had glared furiously at him. All he could do was repeatedly apologize to poor Ollie. As it was, he was now shirtless in a pair of shorts, both his and Ollie’s clothes in a smelly pile on the floor and Ollie was whimpering her head hurt and he felt the worst parent in the entire world.
He helped her into the nightdress Bobbie had passed to him when she suggested he get her cleaned up while she dealt with Max, ga
