Natalya and Cal Sr. nodded cautiously at each other as they crossed paths at the bottom of the steps. Senior moved to the van driver’s window as Natalya stepped up onto the porch.
“Close your robe, Mom.”
“What? Oh.” She wore a light cotton nightgown underneath the robe…very light and quite short. It didn’t hide anything about her mother’s generous figure. “Sorry. I’m just a bit…”
“Breathless?”
“Yes.”
Natalya wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen her mother made fluttery by a man before.
Together they turned to watch the two Cals. The men spoke too softly to be overheard, so Natalya decided to fill in the script.
“Hi, Dad,” Natalya did her best to imitate Cal Jr.’s deep voice, though she kept it to a whisper so only her mother would overhear.
“Hey, Junior,” her mother answered in kind, imi
