Meet May, professional homemaker

Andrew and Maxwell barely made it up the stairs to the front door before it swung open and Andrew found himself wrapped in the arms of a smaller, just as fierce version of Richard. Her grip was tight, her arms like a vice, and Andrew laughed as she held onto him. 

"Andy, you no good hoodlum. How dare you wait for so long to come and visit?" She was pissed, Andrew could tell, and his heart ached. Was she going to be mad forever? Or was this just a temporary thing? 

"I'm sorry." Andrew told her, truly meaning the words. "I don't know what came over me. I think I…I think I might have thought that after all that I had done in England that you wouldn't want to see me." Andrew told her, and May Gates reared her head back, glaring up at Andrew. Her brown eyes were harsh, narrowed, and Andrew noticed she had a few more wrinkles then he remembered on her face.