John gave the little blond boy a half-amused and half-exasperated look. Yuck. Well, the kid would need cleaning. He wondered if he'd get a chance to do that before Alison killed him?

"C'mon, Daddy! I'm hungry!" Lisa tugged on John's hand and pulled him toward the kitchen.

John followed her in and managed a smile for the woman sitting at the kitchen table. "Hello, Alison. Uhm. We're home..."