I got my glass of water and drank it quickly. When I was done, I used the glass to listen at the swinging door to see if Angela was going to make her phone call or not.
I heard Angela pick up the phone and start dialing. After a few seconds, I heard her say, "Hi, can I please speak to Jesse Katsopolis?" I picked up the kitchen phone and covered the receiver so they wouldn't hear me. (As I always do. It always works!)
"Talk to me!" Jesse said.
"Uh, hi, Jesse. This is Angela."
"From Connecticut?"
"Yeah."
"It's good to hear from you! Did Aunt Mona tell you what I told her?"
"Yes... But before I can make any arrangements, I would like to know some things."
"Like..."
"I want to know if there's going to be enough room here for you guys to stay."
"We can always stay at a hotel---"
"Nonsense! You're here to visit. The least we can do is let you stay with us."
"Okay, okay. But the family's big. We got 3 kids and 4 adults."
"I guess we have room here. Of course, I have to ask the rest of the people here if they're okay with it."
"No problem. So, we'll fly out there in a week. Is that fine with you?"
"Yeah."
"Great!"
"Do you need anyone to pick you up from the airport?"
"It's fine. Really."
"Are you sure? I mean, I want you to enjoy your stay here. Starting with transportation luxuries would make your stay nicer."
"Don't worry! We'll be fine. We're capable of handling this ourselves."
"Positive?"
I sighed. Angela was too worried. These people were going to be fine!
"Yes," Jesse said, sounding a bit frustrated.
"Okay, talk to you soon. Bye."
"Bye." Jesse hung up. I did the same, then I opened the door a bit, sticking my head out.
"How was it?" I said.
"Okay, I suppose. Mother, you wouldn't mind if some of the family stayed at your apartment, right?"
"I don't want a bunch of rugrats messing up my apartment."
"You've done worse."
"Prove it!"
Angela stopped and thought. I could tell she couldn't think of anything.
"Okay, okay," Angela said. "I can't remember. Mother, just this once. Please?"
"Deal," I said, shaking her hand. "This means that I can skip work for the next couple of weeks and spend my vacation time at Ft. Lauderdale?"
"Okay, Mother. Just don't expect to be paid."
"You spoil everything, don't you?" I said.