“He’s the worst,” she said. “Uptight, contrary, mean, and when he gets here I’m sure he’ll bully us all day. I wish we didn’t need him.”
It was half a day before he arrived. She kept sulking around the house in anticipation. I heard his car tires crunch in the gravel drive. I couldn’t help peeking out the living room window. He brushed his slacks straight and strolled down the walkway to the door. I opened the door wide.
He smiled, arms wide, “You must be Gina!”