Frowning he turned back to face Lorraine. "What the hell is going on here?" He asked. Lorraine however looked cross.
"Watch your language" she snapped.
"What?"
"I know something is up, Gary...but there is no need to act rude and disrespectful to me," she insisted. "Now, if you are still sick, you should get back into bed. If you are well enough to argue with me though, you can help me get ready for dinner."
"But..."
Lorraine made a 'zip your lip' motion.