Caught

"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."