"Arlen, my car!" George threw one arm in the air. "I'm lucky it starts. Maryland?"
"Life is hard," Oliver said.
"Food," Arlen said, heading for the kitchen.
"Yes," George said, following him. Oliver looked down the driveway and focused on a man walking slowly toward the house. The man smiled when he was closer.
"You must be Oliver. Ah, yes."
"I am. I remember you from somewhere."
"Ba, ba, boom," the man said and twirled around.
"Bogdolf!"
"Eric Hallston, actually. I'm an old friend of Jennifer's."
"You look so much younger," Oliver said.