*Calvin*
“It’s so good to have the house full,” Sylvia says with a smile. She leans in to kiss the cheek of one of the pups seated in a highchair.
“It’s good to be in a home,” Dad tells her. “It’s real good.”
“And it’s good that Calvin is alive,” Tommy laughs.
Everyone talks amongst themselves, and Dad leans into me. “What happened with Peter? He was entirely too kind about us staying here tonight.”
“He’s an ass,” I mutter.
“An ass that you need to be able to find Ada,” he reminds me. “You NEED him.”
I exhale loudly. “I know.”
“Tell me all about your daughter and mate,” Sylvia says to Dad, sitting across the table.
“Unfortunately, my mate died recently,” he says, not offering any more information about that, but begins to gush about my sister.
He should gush about Moll
