I looked at him.
Johnny frowned.
After everything from the day before, he was still standing there waiting to be fed before heading out for another day of leisure.
I had just opened my mouth when the doorbell rang. Johnny frowned.
“Are we expecting someone?”
“I am.”
He looked at me.
That finally made him suspicious.
He looked at me for another second, then walked toward the front door.
I followed just far enough to see his face when he opened it.
His mother stood on the porch, smiling brightly, carrying a bottle of champagne in one hand and an oversized tote bag in the other.
“Morning, sweetheart!”
His mother stood on the porch.
Johnny stared at her.
Then, very slowly, he looked back at me.
Johnny’s mother swept into the house like she was arriving at a resort.
She had the champagne, of course, but also a bag stuffed with face masks, little jars of foot scrub, fuzzy slippers, crackers, and cheese.
She looked surprised.
Johnny shut the door behind her.
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
She looked surprised by the question.
“Your wife invited me.”
His eyes moved to me.
I smiled.
Johnny’s face changed.
“For a little girls’ day,” she continued cheerfully. “Nothing fancy. Just some pampering, snacks, maybe a movie later.”
Johnny’s face changed by degrees as he started putting it together.
