“Hello.” A man said, smiling widely as he opened the door.
“Come in!” He said, kindly, smiling at me and my mother, widening the gap for us to enter.
“I’m Oliver, the husband of Patricia.” He said, once he closed the door.
“I’m Vanessa Perkins and this is my daughter Maverly.” My mother spoke, grinning.
“Great. My wife should be here in a minute, until then- make yourselves at home. She’s going to do all of the talking, I just stand around making sure he she doesn’t extend the budget too much!” He said, jokingly. My mother replied with a laugh, keeping a lightly conversation between the two before it slowly faded off and he turned his gaze towards me.
“I have a son your age!” Oliver said, turning towards me. I smiled. “What’s his name?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“His name is-.“ He
