Renee Jennings turned to look and saw Dalton Jenson, his face flushed and beaming, holding a paper bag.
"Dad, how did you get back?"
"Good evening, Mr. Jenson."
"Oh, Michelle's here." Dalton Jenson chuckled. "I took a taxi."
Just moments ago, his wife had called and told him not to come home if he got drunk tonight, so he had hailed a cab and rushed home without a second thought.
Dalton Jenson walked over to Rhea Dempsey. Eager to please, he took a box of mung bean cakes from the paper bag, his face wreathed in smiles. "Honey, I bought your favorite mung bean cakes."
"Go on, get away." Rhea Dempsey feigned disgust. "You stink of alcohol. Stay away from me. Didn't I tell you not to come back tonight? Why are you here?"
Dalton Jenson said with a placating smile, "Of course I have to come home. I'll go take a shower right now, get myself smelling nice."
He opened the box of mung bean cakes and placed it in front of her. "Your mung bean cakes, m'lady. I'm off to take a shower."
