“No,” Dad says the same time Mom says, “Yes.” Their heads whip to each other. “Lily.” “Lo,” she counters. “She’s twenty-one.” The sharpest lines of his face seem to twitch. But he looks straight at Donnelly. “You stay, you’ll be in the guest room. The lawn saw enough kissing to last a lifetime.” Mom makes a confused face. “From them,” Dad clarifies. “This house loves when we kiss, love.” He nuzzles into her neck with playful kisses, and Mom flushes, clinging tighter to him.
