Even though it's now afternoon, Timothy and I are still in his house. I don't want to go home since I'm always alone at home. As we faced each other at the living room table, Timothy asked,

"It nice that you thought of visiting me, Dad?"

"I only volunteered because you don't recall paying me a visit at home."

"I'm not a young man anymore, dad," he remarked, smiling, "so I won't see you often again."

"Especially now that you have a grandson, my visit is strict," he added. 

"Why don't you just marry Aunt Maureen, Dad?" it says.

"Why are you just always mention that woman's name? Don't you...