Sean didn’t care for cigarettes, but he did enjoy a good cigar. There was a world of difference between the two. “Now there’s an offer I’ll take you up on.” He gratefully accepted the cigar offered. “I can do dishes.” Molly chimed in even as Sean leaned over to accept the smoke. “Only for five minutes, darlin’,” Sean smirked. He looked at Kevin. “Then something shiny catches her attention. That’s what she makes it seem like. I’m pretty sure it’s a ploy to get out of chores. Left the dishes to rescue a cat she saw in a tree from the kitchen window, then found herself playing hop-scotch with the kid next door who didn’t have a playmate and you’re left with a sink full of cold water and dirty dishes.” “Or buying a dishwasher.” Molly beamed innocently. Or was it? “As for Jazz, my dad loved it, so I grew up with Jazz and Celtic music at home and rock at school. Jazz kind of sticks with you once you get the taste of it.”