Weekend Parole
I don't indict him for bothering about having buddies over. If they were here when you… Well, let's simply mumble I don't blame him.
"But you do blame me. Yet you're the one who doesn't like me to phone the cops!"
"No, Aunt Dotty. Nobody's indicting you. I realize you feel you're helping, but…" What else could he mumble without dubbing her a pain in the ass? "
Look, I certainly would want you and Steve to grab a little holiday in the isles. It's on me."
Probably he could fetch her to get on if he offered her a voyage she'd enjoy more than looking for real estate.
"Um, I wasn't getting on to assert anything yet, but while you're down there, can you gawk for a confidential honeymoon hideaway?"
Dotty's jaw plunged. "You're getting married? Why didn't you notify us?"
Charlie shrugged one shoulder. "She hasn't plop on the ring yet. She's still thinking it over."
"Oh." Her stance drooped.