"Look who finally decided to show his face?" Alwin remarked, watching his son make his way to their home.
"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked in embarrassment as my dad sniffed me with a beer in one hand and a lamb skewer in the other.
"Checking if you're through enough. Here, just in case, let me rub some beer and grease on you," Alwin offered, feeling that his son appeared and smelled too clean and fresh for someone who was supposed to be hugging the toilet for the last couple hours after raiding Janice's prized wine cellar. His radiating face wasn't of someone high on wine. It was of someone who finished a sweaty workout before he enjoyed a relaxing shower.
