Rolling her eyes at her husband she put her arms around his neck and said, "Darlin I am not concussed but if you do not move me I may have a fit." She smiled sweetly but the seriousness flashed in her eyes.
"The sitting room is through the entry hall after you come through the front door, deary. You are like having a child," she muttered the last. Her thick Irish accent more pronounced when she was agitated. |