“Are you coming home for Sunday lunch? I have a nice big pork roast with your name on it. Key lime pie for dessert.”
“Yeah, I’ve love to.”
“You do know that tomorrow is Sunday, right?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Just making sure. If Drew wants to come, he’s more than welcome to.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you think that’s rushing it a bit?”
“Nope. Get that boy down here, and your father will stop his complaining. I tell you, all that man does is complain.”
“Okay.” Her doorbell rang. “I’ve got to go.”
“You take care.”
“Get him to bag it!” Her father shouted out the warning in the distance.
“Damn it, Dad, enough. I’ve got to go, Mom. Love you, bye.” She hung up and opened the door.