Mr. Quincy's head throbbed. 'Can't we just have a nice meal?'
But no, they just had to pick a fight and make everyone miserable. "You've been through a lot, Ian. Your mother's words can be harsh, so don't take them to heart. It's getting late. You and Cecilia should head home and get some rest." He figured his son was probably getting impatient, eager to go home to his wife.
'I told them we shouldn't have the kids over for dinner,' he thought.
'But no one listened.'
'Well, things have quieted down now.'
"Honey, are you full?" Ian Quincy asked.
Cecilia Adler was speechless. 'Honey? Honey, my ass! At a time like this, you're just drawing more fire my way.'
'Then again, it's not so bad.'
'He's completely on my side. That's the only way my mother-in-law and that scheming sister-in-law of mine will be wary of me.'
She nodded sweetly and said, "I'm full. Let's tidy up before we go. It won't be easy for Mom to clear this whole table of dishes by herself."
