Cailean led the way around the house to the front. He didn't wait to knock but opened the door. It wasn't locked. It never was, his mother didn't believe in locking the door. She believed that if someone needed a place to stay they should find refuge in any home. So long as nobody stole from it that is. Cailean didn't agree, but he didn't argue with his mother over it it was her home after all.<br/><br/>The sharp crime of an infant permitted the space along with loud shouting and arguing voices. It was always this way. As usual Maire and Grainne were arguing over something while Siobhan was playing video games in the living room on the TV at full volume. Little Bridged was screaming and crying putting up a fuss not to eat her cereal. Loghan was eating his toast while drinking coffee and reading the newspaper at the table. The side of his body visible from the doorway as Cailean entered. Abigail was no doubt trying to coax Bridged to eat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FFFF">"Dad, we have a guest,"</span>Cailean called out as he stopped at the entrance looking over at Lily. His mother appeared in the doorway. A plump woman of average height and unruly brown hair that cascaded down her back dressed in a lovely floral dress that covered her body. She looked like a loving housewife.<br/><br/>"Well come in dear, no need to stand outside in the dreadful rain!" Abigail called from the doorway. "You two hungry?" she added indicating the kitchen from which the smell of eggs, bacon and toast filled the air. "I was just about to get the other's in here for breakfast, but I see your already up Cay, why don't you and your friend come in and have a seat. Your booth looking a little wet. Why EVER were you outside?" A moment later she waved her hand in the air, "Oh posh never mind, just come on in and sit down now. I'll have Maire find you something decent to wear after breakfast."<br/><br/>She ducked into the living room and subsequent den and shouted "BREAKFAST!"