Leon Peterson looked utterly bewildered.
Edwin Blake exclaimed urgently, "Why are you here? I don't have time for this, I can't waste time chatting with you."
"No, where's my sister, the two kids, where's Ivy River, where did you take them, why are you at home?"
Leon Peterson got anxious and dashed straight inside.
He saw Fatty and Emmy sitting on the sofa, looking like two little lords.
When they saw him, the two little ones paused for a second, then cheerfully said:
"Uncle Peterson, you're back! I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much. What are you doing here?"
"Are you here to take us to school? How's my mommy doing lately?"
Each of the two little ones clung to one of Leon's legs with their own agendas.
"No way, how come you're home alone with Edwin Blake, isn't this your house? The furniture and decor are exactly the same, I haven't come to the wrong place."
Leon Peterson triple-checked, he indeed had not gone to the wrong house.
