Bert joined his wife. Catherine and I were encircled, surrounded. “Speaking of which,” he said. “When are you two gonna let ‘er rip?”
“Dad!” Both Catherine and her sister said. Michelle added in by slapping her dad on the bicep.
“What?” Bert said. “I want as many grandkids as I can get.”
“Bert.”
“And with that Amazon sized house of yours, you could use something to do with the space.”
“Bert…”
“If you’d let me come by for a few weeks I could make an entire second floor for you two.”
My mother-in-law pivoted in front of her husband. Bert froze and shut his mouth; eyes darting off to the side. As scared as I was of Amazons, Irene Braun made a good case for short women being absolutely terrifying.
“Clark and I are going to go unpack,” Catherine said. She picked up her suitcase and moved towards the stairs. I picked up my suitcase and followed up into the overbright light.