Tonight

Dorothy, Hunter, and Roger went out. When they passed by the courtyard, Stony was sitting on Jaquan's neck and Emma was hanging clothes. Stony held a small clip in his hands. Jaquan held Stony with one hand and kept Emma from the sun with an umbrella in his other hand.

Dorothy, Hunter, and Roger weren't close, but they still could hear them.

"What did Dad just talk to you?" Emma asked.

"About us," Jaquan answered.

"What?" Emma asked.

"To give me a name."

Emma smiled resignedly, "What kind of name do you want?"

"Anything. As long as I can stay with you."

Emma didn't know what to say.

Emma was standing under the cherry blossom umbrella. The sun shines, and it looked as if the flowers were falling down and there were many stars in Emma's eyes. Hanging all the clothes, Emma smiled but said crossly, "Don't flirt with me."

"I am talking seriously." Jaquan had a tickle in his throat. He leaned closer, paused, and said to Stony, "Close your eyes."

"OK!"