"How did you get in here without me noticing?" Priscilla asked, dumbfounded by Edgar's presence in her home. "Did you just walk freely inside of my home?"
"I did," Edgar answered. "A maid opened the door for me and I walked right in. Now you know how it feels when you show up unannounced at my home."
"That is not the same," Priscilla replied, walking back to the group that was quickly growing.
"I used to think Edgar was more like his father, but when you see him and his mother go at it, you see he is really similar to her," Dominic said, looking back and forth between mother and son. He had rarely seen the two conversing like this so he had never noticed it.
Edgar found Dominic's claim to be ridiculous. "We are nothing alike," he said.
"That I can agree with," Priscila nodded her head as she walked behind Edgar to get to her seat. "He mostly took after his father when it came to looks and he spent so much time with his grandmother that he became rude like the old bat."
