“Oh,” he said, looking unconvinced, though then looked pleasantly surprised.

A house. Even Zechariah was still renting, what with no wife on the horizon. Uriel was truly growing up. Wait...

When there was a knock at the door, Zechariah looked suspiciously over at Uriel.

“Do you have friends?” he asked, as though such a thing would be a new development.

Then, he went to the door and opened it.