Seventy

The next day, Maryanne, packed her luggage and after breakfast, she dressed Alex, and was about leaving.

“Ain't you going to drop the boy? I'm already found of him. You can come pick him sometime.”

Angela, suggested but, Maryanne, didn't say a word. She would have dropped him, if she was in any good terms with Andrew. But, no! She is going to take the step she didn't process for a long time. The very thing she wanted to do when she was sane, and a bit frustrated too.

“Thanks, I appreciate your concern but, my son is allergic to strangers especially, when the mother is not near him.”

She answered for short, and Angela, just smirk while glaring into her cellphone.

“It is alright, but, the father isn't a stranger is he?”

She pushed further and, Maryanne, was suspicious of her reactions what if she is trying to see what she would reply. She is actually, planning to get her say the truth about where she is headed now.

“No. Thanks, I can't leave my son here, Tricia, isn't around too to tak
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