"Who's shackin' up?" Stanley asked from the doorway, leaning against it and chewing a gum as he stared you and the rows of luggage you were bringing in.

What a husband he was, physically domineering and the head of the house. It would be difficult to appeal to him with your incoming visitor, especially considering it was your sister, but you had to break her arrival to him eventually. He wasn't keen on others aside from you in his abode, however.

"C'mon, doll, look at me. Who is it?"