“Where have you been? Church has been over for hours. No one’s that religious,” Troy said as he opened the door for Janet, Wes and Cindy who dripped water on the tiled floor. The torrential downpour had soaked them before they could reach the sanctuary of the porch.
“When did it start raining?” Troy asked, looking out past them to the puddling rain on the front lawn.
“Just a minute ago and we were at a party, if you must know,” Wes answered.
