She heard the "be right there," and then she heard... well a lot of cursing. What the heck? As soon as the door opened, Lottie's arms were reaching for her friend, and she hugged him even as he was saying hi.
"It's no problem, Ter," she assured him. "I didn't come for the ambiance, I came for the company."
A kiss was pressed to his cheek and then she stepped inside. And stopped dead. "Whoa."
Whatever bad luck had happened apparently happened all over his house. It looked like somebody had ransacked his house and thrown a hissy fit in the middle of a tornado then came back and stomped around and broke a few more things for good measure. "Um. Where would you like me to sit?"