“You’ll be taking over soon,” observed Heather’s father.
“That’s the plan. Still got a few years, though.”
Lauren returned, a tall glass of ice and cola in her hand. Mark leaned forward and accepted his drink, uttering a brief word of gratitude.
“How is your father, Mark?” Heather’s mother said, returning to her chair.
“He’s doing great. Just got back from Denver. Went for Michael and Myra’s dedication, or something like that,” he said with a shrug. “Dad’s just thrilled to be a grandfather, though.”
“I’m sure he is,” proclaimed Lauren. “Heather brought back several pictures of those adorable twins.”
“Yeah, my baby brother’s gone and reproduced,” lamented Mark, shaking his head. He lifted his chin and c****d an eyebrow at Heather. “The world will never be the same.”
Heather’s wicked
