Chapter 43-More Than a Housewife
Ella
"Uncle Conrad," I say plainly, remaining polite to the older man. "How are you?"
I watch my uncle, a few years younger than my father, waffle in uncertainty at my entrance. He clearly wasn't expecting to be met with kindness. That much is obvious. I revel in his reaction.
"Uh, uh," Conrad stutters. His son stands up, his head swinging wildly between all of us. He becomes slack-jawed, and I let myself laugh, but only inwardly.
"I would love to discuss some things with you if that's all right. You are, after all, in my home without me." Conrad's spine straightens, and he knows he's been caught with his tail between his legs.
Kingston's eyes brighten, and I can tell he's doing his best to keep his snickers to himself.