Francie put his phone down on the coffee table and walked over to the fridge for milk.

“Now that’s interesting. What does she want to talk about?” he asked himself.

“Were you talking to Marielle?” his mother asked from where she was sitting behind a sewing machine.

“Yes, but she seems to want to discuss something privately,” Francie responded with a frown while he made his coffee.

“Oh, does she have a problem perhaps?” Megan, his mother asked ...