He looked ready for a dinner party.

“Arthur,” he said.

“What a surprise.”

“I brought a few things from the market,” I said.

“Fresh apples, bread, and some of those strawberry swirl ice cream cups Emma likes.”

Mark stepped back and let me into the hallway.

The house smelled like expensive pine cleaner.

“I assure you, Arthur, we’re perfectly fine for groceries,” he said.