Michael Malone - Weebly

Unconsciously, the banker straightened even further
and filled his chest with air. "Well, you look nice and
cheerful." He smiled, relieved to see her without a
scowl.
"Hi, Irene. Daddy, stop it." Kate tossed her curls
away from her father's hand.
"How can you see?" He frowned.
"Listen, Daddy, we're going to use the pool
tomorrow night for a party, okay?"
"Who's we?"
"Well, you know, just whoever. Me and Sid and
Lance and just some people, summer people. Anybody
that wants to, that's all."
Ransom raised his eyebrows, a reaction of his
wife's that he had acquired. "Sounds a little vague. Well,
I think it would be polite to check with your mother."
"Oh, she doesn't care. I'll need to get something to
drink, and I want to know if we could barbecue
steaks."
"Tell Wanda what you want to eat, and here." He
took from his wallet a thick group of twenty-dollar bills.
"Is that enough?"