In keeping with the rest of the clusterfuck the summer was turning out to be, Aunt Sue and Bert pulled into the driveway minutes after Cal got home from lunch. Cal hadn’t had a chance to process everything he’d learned from Amanda and Paul. He hadn’t even been able to unload on Andy, because Andy’s phone had gone to voice mail when Cal tried to call. He wasn’t ready to deal with the other side of his family.
He counted to ten before he opened the front door. “Aunt Sue, Bert, I wasn’t expecting you.” He stepped aside to allow them in, forcing himself to be polite.
Sue strode into the house as if she owned it, took one look around the still-disorganized living room, and walked through to the kitchen without a word. Bert gave him a snide look and followed his mother.
Cal gritted his teeth
