"Hey, look who I found lying around at work!" Dwight said as he came home. Pam came in through the door. Cece and Phillip H. were not far behind.
"Um, hi, Angela. How are you?"
Phillip S. was running around the living room with some paper in his hand. Dwight scooped him up.
"Angela, could you please keep a better eye on him. He almost destroying my report for tomorrow."
"Well, if you hadn't-"
"Angela, remember your anger management classes."
Angela took a deep breath. "You're right." She turned to Pam. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Um…." Pam said, "Do you have any diet Coke?"
"No, sorry. We have regular, though. Say, what do you think Jim would like to drink?"
Dwight and Pam looked at each awkwardly. "Um, Jim is still down in Austin." Pam explained.
"Oh!" Angela said as got a can out of the fridge. "Busy with work, hunh?" She said as she held the can out to Pam.
"Actually, if I could just have some water, that would be great." Pam said with a sheepish grin.
"Of course."
"I'll take that." Dwight said as Angela gave him the soda. She went and prepped a glass of water for Pam.
"Tap water." Pam said as she looked at the glass, trying to hide her disgust. "Um, thanks, Angela." She took a drink. "I guess I've had worse."
"So," Angela asked, "Where are you staying?"
Dwight and Pam exchange another awkward look. "Actually, I told Pam that she and the kids could stay here. That is okay, right?"
Angela was livid. She was almost eight months pregnant with twins and supposed to be on bedrest. But with managing the Bed and Breakfast, taking care of Phillip, and practically babysitting the rest of the Schrute Clan, not much resting was going on at all. In fact, the whole cat population of Schrute Farms had to sort of fall by the wayside. And now Dwight was expecting her to entertain company? Seeing as Dwight was probably going to be spending most of his time at Dunder-Mifflin, Angela figured that she would be doing most of the work. Plus, there was the whole she-never-really- cared-too much for Pam thing to consider. Of course, they had to put her on spot. She wanted to slap Dwight across the face. She wanted to shove Pam out the door. So, she took a deep breath and said…
"Sure. It should be just fine." Angela said as she went over to the oven to check on the casserole. "Dinner will be ready in about fourty minutes. Dwight, can we go into the den, please?"
Ever since Angela quite her job at Dunder-Mufflin to take care of the Schrute estate full-time, there had been an unwritten rule that for the first thirty to fourty-five minutes after Dwight gets home, she got his totally, undivided attention. They usually discuss business such as the Bed and Breakfast or some crazy thing a member of the Schrute clan did that day. Their more intimate time is when everyone else is in bed.
"Um, actually, I was wondering if we could go talk." Pam said to Dwight. "It's really important. You don't mind, do you Angela?" Of course, she probably knew that Angela would mind. She was just saying that so that she wouldn't feel so rude. Angela hated it when other women did that.
"Just this once, Monkey?" Dwight asked.
"Okay," Angela was not happy about it, but she was not going to make a scene like she might have in the past. Instead, she went and watched the kids play.