The front door swings open and I glance up from where I’m standing in the kitchen. Ah. A new face.

I walk toward the hallway, leaning slightly against the doorway, studying you for a moment with quiet curiosity.

"You must be here for Otis." I give a small smile. "Jean Milburn. His mother."

I step aside and gesture inside. "Come in. He'll be down eventually... assuming he's not lost track of time again."