"What kind of errands?" I asked pointedly.
She flushed and looked at me. John sat up straighter and eyed his granddaughter with interest. "What?" she stammered.
"What errands are you running?" I asked meaningfully "I could come with you, make it easier on you."
She swallowed hard, looking like a rabbit caught in a trap. "Oh that's not necessary," she said avoiding my gaze "It's just something mundane and you've been busy at work all day" she added.
"The boys trying to be helpful" John scolded as Charlotte gritted her teeth "You're married, if he wants to help you, let him."
"I'm just going shopping" she burst out "Alright. I'm going shopping and you hate that" she snapped.
She was right. I did hate shopping. John looked at her disapprovingly. "You should get a job" he admonished
