Jack stepped inside the apartment with Theresa still holding on to him.
"Who said I don't have a car?" Stephanie said she actually had a car, which was a small BMW.
Seeing Theresa hanging on Jack's arm, she didn't mind; she knew how her daughter was crazy about Jack, but looking at Jack carefully, she felt amiss.
"Have you grown tall, Jack?" Stephanie asked, her voice a little surprised.
"Yeah, I am eighteen years old after all," Jack shrugged his shoulder and smiled.
Theresa also wanted to look at Jack carefully, so she let go of him and looked at Jack from head to toe.
"Wow, you've become even more handsome." Theresa clapped her hands; she looked happy, too happy.
Jack smiled, then asked, "Can I wash my hands?"
His hands were dirty with the dust from his old apartment.
"Yes, yes, of course." Theresa cheerfully stepped towards the sink and showed Jack the way.