Jeanne opened the door to be met by a man standing in front of a cart covered with a large tarp.
“Jeanne, I know I’m late… is he here?”
“He is, but how, exactly, do you intend to get him to hear what you have to say?” She said as she eyed the cart.
“Say ‘hello’ to my little friend.” Al removed the tarp with a flourish to reveal a pile of blankets, in the middle of which lay a sleeping baby.
Jeanne immediately melted, looking adoringly at the baby, but her puzzled look returned again
“Whose baby is this? And what are you going to do with her?”
Al explained how he had come into possession of the child, but gave no indication of how it fit in with them and Nic. “I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.”
“What does that even mean? I feel like you are talking in riddles here.” Jeanne was exasperated. “I have been pretty patient, and I think I deserve to know what is going on.”
“you want answers?”
“I think I’m entitled to…”
“you want answers?
“I want the truth!”
“You can’t handle the truth!”