“Sure!” Peter and Hannah said in unison and chuckled awkwardly.
Chris frowned at them for a second but didn’t put much thought into their attitude. He left for the local pharmacy which was within walking distance.
When he returned several minutes later, he didn’t see Peter or Hannah in the living room. He heard their voices coming from Angelina’s old bedroom and approached to ask them what they wanted for dinner. But something Hannah said stopped him in his tracks.
“What are we going to do, you idiot?” she insulted her husband, and Chris had never heard her speak to him that way.
“Hannah, calm down. It’s fine. It just messes with our plans for a bit,” he soothed. Plans?
“A bit? A BIT? You told me he was dying, and this was going to be our house. That’s why we’re spending all this money on it. You think I was going to dip into my money and help fix someone else’s house when we still live on rent?” Hannah questioned, almost mockingly.
