Stan's thoughts abruptly hit a wall. 'No. That's not the important question. The important question is why are they suddenly acting like co-conspirators?'
That was significantly more alarming, though it was alarming in a good way since Stan was sure that this was to his benefit...
'Have they come to terms with each other as my girls,' he sighed at this thought...
Maybe he should just stop stressing himself over this and let the girls do what they want...
Slowly, Stan lowered the phone and placed it face-up on the high table.
He stared into the middle distance.
"Well, I can't wait to see what they planned..." The words escaped under his breath. Not loud enough for the surrounding music to swallow, but not quite quiet enough to be entirely private.
Marcus glanced over.
He hadn't heard the words, but he was still concerned.
"Stan, bro." Marcus frowned. "Are you actually okay?"
"I'm okay."
"You don't look okay."
"I'm okay."
