With her clipboard in hand, Sloane browsed the list of things to do. Holly and Brant huddled up on the sofa dressed comfortably in jeans and t-shirts, while Luke had just returned from work still dressed in a business suit. Marv, Philomena and Gloria sat at the bar sipping their beverages and waiting for directions from Sloane. Suddenly, the front door barged open and three tall thin men walked through with amused looks on their faces. “Finally!” Sloane said as she took in her brothers’ faces. Philomena bounced off of her barstool and ran to her three sons and kissed each on the cheek. “Ian… You look thin. Eat something… Andrew… Fix ya’self… Your tie is crooked! Oh, Trevor. You reak of cigarettes!” “Hi, Mother…” they said in unison as they took her nagging complaints as a sign that she truly did love them. “Now, let’s be clear. You’re father is not to know!”
