“That boy, really?” Mrs. Winslow asked Jessica once they were inside, but there was a glimmer in her eye that said it was at least partly a tease.
Jessica looked back out the living room window. Greg and Vincent were both down and now being inundated by the three McCall women. Then Dawn discovered a large garbage bag that must have included previous rounds of sweepings. With the twins’ assistance, she dumped it over the two men, then walked off around the house—quickly, a very tactical retreat—waving the girls ahead of her. Probably to hose themselves down in glorious victory.
“That boy, really,” Jessica replied, perhaps a little more dreamily than she’d intended. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t a reply she’d expected from herself at all.
But she and Mrs. Winslow had sat in the car and w
