Vincenzo pushed the door open for her and nodded. "I can do that," he promised. "Ah, here, we are."
He tapped on a door and it was opened by a lanky acned youth who gave them both a cheerful grin. "'Lo, Vinnie," he said. "Oh hey, lady, what happened. Mom!"
Mary-Anne poked her head out of the kitchen and stared. "Vin, Emily, come on in. Oh sweetheart, your poor face! Have you had someone look at that for you?"