Mr. Grant sat up and put on his shoes. "You can sleep here. I'll go to the guest room."
"Are you saying you want us to live in separate rooms?"
He turned his head. "What do you think?"
With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Mrs. Grant was left sitting there alone in the strangely silent room.
Quentin Grant and Nora Ainsworth arrived at the upscale residential complex.
Once again, they stood before the familiar main gate.
Nora had never felt such a sense of nostalgia.
The time between her first arrival at this gate and her return today had been a long journey.
The gate opened slowly.
As soon as they entered, they saw all the Men in Black standing in formation. In a booming, unified voice, they shouted, "Welcome back, Young Master, Young Madam, and young masters!"
The two boys' eyes widened in excitement. Staring at the large crowd, they clapped their hands. "Whoa! This is so grand!"
