Viola Harris smelled the strong tobacco scent in the air and frowned, "What are you doing here?"
Finn Wilson casually flicked away the cigarette butt, stepped forward to crush it out, stood upright, took a step forward to pat Jonathan Wilson's head. His eyes caught the large bump on his forehead, and he paused for a moment but spoke unrelated words, "Waiting for you guys, did you sleep well last night?"
Viola Harris said, "If we were at home, we probably would have slept well."
Finn Wilson ignored the needle hidden in her words and changed the topic, "Let's go down for breakfast."
Halfway through breakfast, Viola Harris's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID; it was Mrs. Harris.
She got up, "I'll take this call."
Jonathan thought she was leaving and cried out, "Mom... Mom..."
Viola Harris looked at Finn Wilson, "Comfort him, don't let him cry."
She walked out of the dining room before answering the phone.