Murder With Peacocks(122)

Michael dropped his arms, leaned back against the door, and closed his eyes.

"Not now," he muttered. "Please, not now."

"Michael! What on earth have you done to the dog? And why is there Spanish moss all over the backyard? And where did all these peacocks come from? What is going on around here?"

Michael sighed.

"Your turn," he said. "Come and meet my mother."