Ostrich mentality? Henry Sullivan suddenly smiled, finding that what Ivy Miller said made perfect sense.
A bunch of nearly forty-year-old adults couldn't grasp the truth, yet a young girl born in the '90s hit the nail on the head with one remark...
"What are you grinning about?"
He raised his hand to ruffle her hair, "I just thought, for a moment there, you seemed like a sage."
Ivy pouted, "What's the use if you don't listen to a sage's advice?"
Henry pondered for a moment. He had been thinking a lot these days.
Indeed, he shouldn't continue like this.
He looked at her with earnest eyes, "This time, I plan to heed the words of a sage."
Ivy was pleasantly surprised, "Are you serious? Which suggestion of mine are you going to take?"
"I intend to meet James Yinley. Do you know how to contact him?"
"I have his number in my phone," Ivy said, after helping White Rice get dressed, and then she handed Henry James' number.
