Penelope's Perspective (Dommy Mommy)

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<Ding-Dong>

I hum as the doorbell echoes out into the air without reply.

Five minutes without a reply. Paul must be fishing for punishment. I swear, that boy... I told him I'd be here and when: He really ought to be meeting me at the door. We can't get to any of the 'fun' things if he can't be bothered to follow the simplest of instructions. He won't pick up the phone, either. Ignoring me, hm?

Well, I'll give him a few more minutes. I can be patient. But if he wastes much more of my time I--