The door flew open and someone carrying a load of sacks and bags was walking behind them. "Well shit, I've been outside hollering trying to get your attention and nobody comes to the door as usual. Where the hell is Houston? I'm running behind—I need to jump in the shower before our damned guest gets here and clean up. I'm still dirty from work and I have all these bags for you, dad."
Francis walked up to his son and removed the one bag that was blocking his view. "Good afternoon to you too, son, and by the way, our guest is already here and just heard everything you said."
