“Felicia!” Philip called from downstairs. “Clio needs to be changed again!”
“I’d better deal with that.”
“Yes. And I’d better—”
But Felicia was out of the room and down the stairs before he could say another word.
“It’s going to take an act of God to get me out of here!” he muttered to himself. Felicia and Philip were wonderful, but what was going on? Every time he started to say he should be going, they came up with another reason for him to stay a little longer.