CARL

Velma was my only chance now. If Alma would just concede to her daughter's request, it would be perfect for me. I stared at both of them, then at Rodney, who seemed to be a cockblocker in this situation.

I eyed him. How could such an old, grown-up man want to be treated like so much of a child, and the fact that he was going to be in the house caused the hair at the back of my neck to stand. I paced, tapping on one foot rhythmically after Velma spoke.

"T-thats not going to be possible ...