"I'll go get it." Daniel rose to his feet and moved toward the door. As he did, I couldn't help but panic.
What if it's Thatcher? Maybe it's one of the triplets. I hope they don't hurt Daniel or something.
Daniel reached the door, opened it, and the person stepped in, but Daniel followed him. "Wait a minute," Daniel said, catching the person's arm.
"Not today, Sam, not today. I have a guest; let's do this tomorrow." Daniel dragged the person to the door.
"What?" Sam half-yelled.
The person appeared to be drunk.
"Tomorrow, not today," Daniel said as he walked him out of the house, locked the door, and returned to me.
When I saw him lock the door, I took a deep breath to calm myself. I almost wet myself for a second.
"Please do not be concerned; he is merely a colleague who has become a friend," Daniel said as he sat beside me.
"Really?"
"Yes, sit down. I'm sorry for the disturbance."