Blueberry had already gone upstairs to sound the alarm.
Renee Jennings was standing on the landing of the stairs. Hearing what Jacob Warren said, she found it utterly laughable.
Back in her senior year of high school, she had been a naive student who couldn't understand why Jacob Warren had flown into such a rage and dragged her name through the mud just because she had accidentally walked in on him in the bathroom.
It wasn't until college that she vaguely began to understand. What Jacob Warren was doing back then wasn't bathing, but...
Renee Jennings came down to the living room, a half-smile on her face as she sized up these relatives and their unclear intentions.
"Renee, you're down! You get more and more beautiful every day, just like Rae."
"Especially the eyes and nose. They're a spitting image!"
"..."
Listening to their comments, Dalton Jenson rubbed his nose in embarrassment.
'A spitting image?'
'They're spouting lies with their eyes wide open.'
