She nods at my words and lets ho of my hand as soon as I open the door to let her in, then takes a step forward with the scented dish between his fingers, but suddenly stops at her footsteps and gives a quick reproachful glance to Biscuit:
"Ethan doesn't like dogs in the house." -she makes me understand, while pointing to the giant snowball next to her, but I hasten to intervene more convinced than ever:
"Then let him in!" - I open the door even more, so much that as soon as the dog realizes he enters before the mistress could reproach him again, but the woman in front of me doesn't get angry, on the contrary , she bursts out laughing as her son tries to hold back a resounding laugh.
"Come in." - I insist, this time for the cold that begins to terribly whiten my face, while I hope that the fireplace is already on.
I didn't know Ethan had an aunt. Actually, I wasn't even sure he had two parents until two nights ago, thanks to Ian.
