She nodded, “he wanted to know if you were here. He’s on his way. Don’t worry, he sounded more irritated than mad.”
It seemed no time at all before the doorbell sounded with a death like knell. I gulped and remained where I was in the kitchen, as Al went to answer it. I heard squeals of, ‘Uncle Jack,’ as the infants did their Cruise missile impression on him and their delighted giggles as he did what he always did, tucking each of them under a strong arm and swinging them round. Those strong arms would be put to a very different use later on if I knew Jack. My bottom cheeks clenched, sensing that they were soon to be toast.
“You’re incorrigible, Alison. I’ll be giving Dennis a few pointers on how to deal with you.”