“I’m tired of-of-of having this conversation with you, Andrew,” Joe said, his reprimanding stare fixed a full foot above the webcam in the laptop.

Andrew grimaced on the screen.

“But I guess I’m going to have to go over it again,” Joe said, standing.

“Is this really the best use of your early morning hours, Grandpa?” Finnegan asked.

“I have to hold this Party together, Jill,” Joe said, looking at a completely different person.

Joe stood shakily and motioned Jen over beside him. “Come here, Strawberry.”

Jen shuffled over. Joe put an arm on her shoulder and moved them side-to-side until they were centered in the laptop camera view.

“OK, Andrew, pay attention,” Joe said.

Andrew grimaced on the screen.

Joe put his hand on Jen’s left shoulder. “OK, this one is always fine. She has an avenue of escape to-to-to the right here.”

Joe shifted and put his arm all the way around her shoulders. “A little more risky,” Joe said, “But it gives you good control.” He pulled Jen closer to him. “See? See how you can smash the side boob into yourself? That’s nice. Yeah.”

Andrew grimaced on the screen.

“And now you are in a good position to go for the sniff.” Joe pulled Jen even closer and dipped his face into her hair. “You just have to pretend you’re whispering. From here you can lean forward for a clavicle or go for the back of the neck sniff.”

Joe buried his face in Jen’s hair and made a loud, moaning sniff. “Oh, man, is there anything better than the back of a woman’s neck?” Jen’s smile was frozen on her face. Joe began to snuffle, like a dog going over the place on the floor where a treat used to be.

Andrew grimaced on the screen.

Joe pulled his face out. “Or maybe you aren’t a smell man, maybe you like the boobs.” Joe stepped back and looked Jen up and down.

“Strawberry, for such a small woman you have a great rack,” Joe said in a husky slur.

Joe put his arm around Jen’s waist and stood beside her. “See, standard photo-op stance, right? All proper, right? Wrong. Look, I move up an-an-an inch or so, and I’m in prime underboob.” Joe caressed the underside of Jen’s breast with his thumb.

“You see, perfectly gentlemanly.” Joe pulled his arm away and honked both of Jen’s breasts. “This just gets you in trouble.”

“Grandpa,” Finnegan rumbled.

“And if you turn them to face you, make sure your back is always to the camera.” Joe moved and then leaned forward to smell Jen’s clavicle.

“Are you strawberry all over?” he asked in an oatmeal-scented whisper and then began to slide his hand down her stomach.

“This is over!’ Finnegan said and pushed her way between them.

On the laptop screen, the grimacing cutout of Andrew fell over and an enormous cat face leaned in and began to sniff the camera.