【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(6)

And sometimes, when Father thought he couldn’t see, Father would look at him with a bottomless grief, like he was mourning something already lost.
It should be Tommy, Wilbur had thought. Sunny Tommy, who managed to charm everyone he met, in spite of—or perhaps because of—his loud disposition. Not him. Not when Father looked at him like that.
Wilbur swallowed the last of his dinner and was set to go, if not for his father speaking once more.