"Chief Black, take care." Jane Sampson stepped back from James Black's embrace, her eyes crinkling with mirth as she waved goodbye, "Chief Black, make sure to visit often."
James Black, who had already turned, glanced over his shoulder, "Jane Sampson, are you asking for a cleanup again?"
Visit often?
This was his and her home!
The person owing a cleanup stood there giggling, shook her head, then scampered back to the bedroom, leaving James Black at the gate entrance to watch her retreating figure racing away.
"..." James Black's mouth twitched, and a few seconds later, instead of getting angry, he chuckled, his eyes brimming with laughter as he closed the door and left home.
After dashing back to the bedroom, Jane Sampson selfishly claimed the king-size bed all to herself and caught up on sleep, not waking up naturally until 11 o'clock.
