No sooner have we closed the front door and taken off our shoes when we hear them pull up in the driveway. The doorbell chimes and it's Carl who opens the door.
"Hi stranger!" says George, chiming like the doorbell, and soon everyone is exchanging hugs.
In the kitchen I am making coffee while Francois pulls from the cupboard an unopened package of Peak Freens. Then he finds a particularly beautiful plate, all dark blue arabesque on white with gold trim on which he arranges the cookies. George and Jeffrey are sharing the couch with Francois while Carl and I have each taken an armchair.
"What a charming little house" George gushes.
"After several years living in a sixty room mansion", says Jeffrey, "Naturally a lot of places are going to look small."
Carl takes the lead and says, "So what brings you out here"
"How many guesses do you want?" says Jeffrey.
"Um...let me see...my darling little sister?"
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