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“Evening, sister dear,” Dorian greeted when she opened the door.
“Hello, Dorian.”
Shawn wiggled to get free. I sat him down and he took off in search of his grandparents.
“He never stops.”
“Not when he’s awake,” I affirmed.
Mom was setting the table when we entered the living room. “Hey, sweetie.”
I walked over and gave her a quick hug. “Hey. Smells good.”
Dad and Shawn were on the floor playing with his cars and trucks. Dad hoisted himself up to walk over and greet me.
“Collin, get the baby in his chair, it’s time to eat.”
Dad got Shawn settled while Mom cut up pieces of food for him. I grabbed his cup out of the diaper bag and headed into the kitchen to fill it.
“So, Calida, where were you last night?” Dorian asked as we sat down.
I shot her a death glare, which she ignored. “Out.”
“All night?”
“When do you move again?”
She laughed.
“Did you have a date? We would have babysat,” Mom commented. “How is Malcolm? Is he settling into his house all right?”
“Yes, Mom, he’s settling in. I’ve been helping him decorate.”
I shot Dorian another look. She simply smiled as she cut into her steak. What the hell was her problem? Couldn’t we spend time together without her trying to put me on the spot?
“You could have invited him. I wouldn’t have grilled him too hard about his intentions for my baby girl,” Dad said, smiling as he took a drink of sweet tea.
“He is having dinner with Macy, and I’m sure he’s facing interrogation over there all the same. Oh, but news, Macy’s pregnant again.”
The news was met with happiness, as expected. Unfortunately, it also led into the discussion of them wanting more grandkids. By the end of dinner, I had the pull to have something stronger than sweet tea, but refrained. They didn’t keep alcohol in the house anyway, other than the occasional six-pack of beer for Dad.
Dorian and I were on dish duty so Mom and Dad could spend some time with Shawn.
I started loading the dishes in the dishwasher while she put away the leftovers. “What was that all about?”
“What?”
“You questioning my whereabouts?”
She shrugged. “I was worried.”
“Bullshit. For one, you only vaguely show concern for me if it’s somehow tied to something about yourself. And two, if you were truly worried, you would have called or texted, but I got nothing.”
She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her. “Will you be having another sleepover tonight?”
Defenses on high alert, I turned to face her. “I don’t know. And if I am, what business is it of yours?”
“Don’t get your panties in a wad. It was just a question.”
