The knock at the door was unwelcome. What fresh bother was happening now? Shooing the children away, she headed to the hall. Was Joe suddenly campaigning for mayor on the moral ticket? Had Bill gotten so polished at the pub, was he now waltzing down the North Parade with a potted plant?

Lottie snatched at the handle to quickly open the door.
"Kathleen," Lottie greeted. That coat was too loud, much too young for her.