Trish wheeled herself through the swinging door, balancing a tower of dishes in her lap. She made it to the sink, lifted them in and began to run the water. Birk followed and leaned in the doorway, arms crossed and lips twitching. "I told you I could do the dishes tonight."
"Babe, you've done the dishes for the past three months, I think it's my turn."
Birk continued to stand in the doorway, watching his wife. He could have stayed there for an-other couple of hours, but the doorbell rang. As he turned and made his way to the door, he took a quick second to throw a stuffed animal into the overflowing bin behind the couch.
He swugn open the door, and the welcoming smile he had put on vanished.
"Hello, Birk."
Birk just stared, his mouth gapping open. "Wha…what are you doing here?!"
My sister is hurt isn't she? I think I have the right to visit her."
Birk's lips tightened and said, "She was in the hospital for three months, and you decide to come see her when she's home? Where were you when she was in the ICU, Craig."
Craig never dropped his gaze. "What happened wasn't my fault, Birk."
Monica, sitting on the couch with her hands in her lap, looked over at Tess, In her usual accent she asked, "What happened between them, Tess?"
"I don't know for sure. What I do know is Craig was missing for three months; and only appeared two days before Trish was shot at that bank robbery."
"So everyone suspects him of planning the robbery?"
Tess shook her head as they continued to watch the brothers-in-law glare at each other. Birk never moved from his strong position from inside the doorframe; and Craig looking innocent and unknowing let him.
The angels turned their heads as Trish yelled from the other room. "Birk, I can feel the draft all the way in the kitchen, would yo-" Trish stopped wheeling herself as she rounded the corner, looking eye to eye with her brother.