Leo disappears behind the door of the guest bedroom and I follow the sound of my loud family so I can inform that we're on our way out.
"And this is the same boy you let into your daughter's room?" I hear my Aunt Hen's voice lower as I approach the kitchen.
"Yes but at the time he was much less frightening. He didn't have all these tattoos and muscle." Mom says in a hushed tones as well.
Ignoring my Gran's scoldings ringing in my head I hide behind the pillar to listen in on their conversation.
"I wonder how much it hurt getting those tattoos on his neck." I hear Eric chime in.
"Probably a lot. Do you think they got out of the jacuzzi?" Momma asks.
Aunt Hen giggles, "I doubt it. They're probably still going at it."
"Hen!" Mom scolds and I hear a slapping sound.
"What?" Aunt Hen y
