“Hold your fucking horses!” There was a bang and some muttering. “Fucking younger generation. We’ll see how quick they feel when they’re eighty and can barely take a piss anymore because of an enlarged prostate. No hurrying then,” a man grumbled from the other side of the door before wrenching it open. “What do you wan—” His mouth fell open with such force that his dentures fell out and hit the porch, bouncing away. “Leandra?”
