We rushed to little Larry to know why he screamed. The kitchen was dimly lit; Tiffany switched the lights on and turned off the gas. Larry was on the ground; he seemed to have a panic attack.
"What's wrong?" I asked him curiously. He pointed his finger at the kitchen entrance. "I saw a thief," he said under his breath. I looked in his direction, and Marcus stood at the entrance grinning.
"What the hell are you doing here? And how did you get inside?" I asked furiously. He laughed out loud and moved toward us.
"Calm down, Larry. Carlos told me the passcode to your door. Besides, I am always welcome here."
"Who is he, Mr. Larry?" Tiffany asked me, holding little Larry tightly.
"Don't fret; he is Marcus, my long-distant cousin from Italy, but I don't know what he is doing here."
"I came here for a little break. I am sorry for startling you, little Larry. Your wife is beautiful, bro," he said, referring to Tiffany. I shook my head in dismay and explained to him that she was my son's nanny and nothing more.
I knew I had to be careful around Marcus; he might have something up his sleeves. Marcus winked at Tiffany, left the kitchen, and went to a room to sleep. Tiffany took little Larry to his room. It hurt Tiffany's feelings when I mentioned she meant nothing to me; I had no idea if that was true or not. Sometimes I feel I should be with her all day. I went to my room to sleep.