"Hey Stephen. You remember your old man, don"t you?" Jerry said, letting out a greasy looking smile as he took in the look of shock on his son"s face."Dad? Is that really you?" Stephen almost whispered, looking over his father. True to form, not much had changed about his appearance since his last visit over four years prior. Dark and unruly hair stuck out from under a faded Kansas City Royals baseball hat. He wore an old black t-s.h.i.+rt, with a logo for some beer that stopped being made years ago, and a dark pair of blue jeans. They had one thing in common though, the same hazel eyes ran just as strongly with Jerry Willow.
"Of course, it"s me, who else would it be," chuckled Jerry, leaning in to give his son a one-armed hug. Stephen awkwardly hugged his father back. "Say, it"s good to see you, kid. You staying out of trouble? Is your mother around?" Jerry craned his head to look back into the kitchen, as if to look for her.
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Stephen stood aside, letting him enter the house. "I"m good, and no she"s not here right now. Working for another couple hours, I think."
"Ah, shame," said Jerry, looking down at the floor with a more calculated look. "No matter. What about the twins? Where are Chris and Chase at?"
"Out since this morning. At the water park for the day," replied Stephen, remembering dropping them off this morning before heading to Price Chopper.
"Having a great time there, no doubt," replied Jerry, before turning to look at his son. "Well, hey, you busy? Let"s grab some dinner, okay? Give us a chance to catch up a little. What do you say?"
"Umm, sure Dad. Why not?" replied Stephen, before remembering the sleeping occupant of his room. "Can Grace come with us as well?"
Jerry looked around the kitchen, "Who"s Grace?"
Right on cue, Grace came walking into the kitchen, fully dressed thankfully, and came to a stop near the island right next to Stephen. Her eyes flicked between her boyfriend, and the other man standing in the kitchen. There was something different in her gaze this time, though. Something Stephen had never seen from her before: distrust. He quickly made note of it and then introduced her.