The pattering of feet running had Royal jarring into a seated position as Precious barged into Famke’s room. The child clamoured on the bed and crawled in between them.
“Uncle Royal, why are you in Famke’s room?”
“I came to check on her and she was awake. Fell asleep talking,” he mumbled wiping drool off his chin as he lay back down and pulled a pillow over his head. He lifted the corner of the pillow and looked at the child who was staring intently at Famke who still hadn’t opened her eyes. “What am I? Chopped liver? You didn’t go to my room to find me?”
“I see you every day, Uncle Royal. I only see Famke sometimes. I want her today.”
He pulled the pillow back over his head and turned on his side away from them, “good. She can get up and get your breakfast then. I’ll have a sleep in.
