"You opened the door too," Sam pointed out smugly, clearly enjoying himself.
"I can't even with you," Irene said, shaking her head.
Before Sam could make another quip, the low purr of an engine interrupted them. Irene turned toward the driveway as Evans's car rolled through the gates.
"Oh, thank God," Irene breathed, pressing a hand to her chest.
Sam scoffed beside Irene.
Evans parked the car and the tall man stepped out. "Hey, Dad!" Evans called.
Sam squinted toward him, unimpressed. "You're the surprise? What am I supposed to do, applaud?"
Irene turned to Evans, exasperated, then threw her hands up in a silent "see what I have to deal with?" gesture.
Evans ignored him and opened the trunk, pulling out a wheelchair with a casual efficiency that immediately set Sam off.
"Over my dead body!" Sam thundered, cane slamming lightly against the porch. "I am not getting in that thing. I can walk!"
