What should I do? Ernie had already calmed down. She could see the resemblance between him and the small girl. “What’s her name?” Frances turned to Terri. “Frances. I named her Frances.” Ernie’s mother snorted.
“What’d you do that for?”
“I thought it would be nice.” She responded sheepishly. Frances snorted again. Little Frances giggled as Ernie made car noises. “Does she know?” asked Frances.
“How could she know?” Terri’s voice was firm.