The first person I saw at the Kavanagh house was Ash. He opened the door to us and kissed my cheek. He shook Robbie's hand and slapped Blake on the shoulder.
"How was the shopping?" he asked Robbie.
"Mostly painless, although I miss my hair."
Blake ruffled what little hair Robbie had left. I smiled. It was good to see them getting along. Robbie needed a responsible, caring older male figure in his life and being a good brother was something Blake did well.
"You sort out that little problem?" he asked Ash.
Ash's smiled faded. "Not yet," he said tightly.
My curiosity was piqued by the exchange, but it was none of my business. Once upon a time I would have asked, but not these days.
He led us through to the main living room where most of the Kavanagh family was standing, drinks in hand
