In the Hart family living room, Nora Hart was eyeing the plethora of gifts filling the room, sensing a deja vu.
She glanced at Andrew Locke and saw him keeping a poker face, seemingly not finding anything about today's scene worth his surprise.
"Come over, have a seat." Grace Young gave her a look and patted the space next to her.
Nora Hart, feeling a little forced, sat down.
She called out to Mr. Locke with as much politeness and courtesy as she could muster.
"I hope my abrupt visit hasn't disturbed you."
"It has," Nora Hart bluntly said, not in the mood for pleasantries.
Her forthrightness, bordering on impoliteness, momentarily halted Andrew's motion to take a seat.
He raised his eyebrows, fixing his gaze on her - she really couldn't be bothered to pretend, could she?