"I'm sure. I'll be right there," Marcus said. He apparated to the house, put the box down on his desk in his office and then apparated right to the duplex.
Angus woke up and came in and saw his grandfather cleaning, and the moment that he saw his 71 year old grandfather on his hands and knees cleaning and all kinds of younger people there who weren't stepping up, Angus stepped up. Marcus immediately went to the pantry and got a second scrub bucket with hot soapy water and more sponges and went to help him.
"No, she's in her crib puking," Edward corrected. "I put her there til I could get this mess sorted."
"Thanks, Edward, I've got it," Angus said quietly, taking the sponge and the bucket from him. "I am so sorry. You should have called me." He took Edward's place on the floor scrubbing not just the playpen but the floor, the wall, the bookcase, the books, the desk, the desk chair, everything that had been within radius.
"I'll give you a hand," Marcus said quietly. "The less time you're trying to crawl around using that shoulder, the less Robert will complain later. It has never ceased to amaze me how big a mess such a small person can make."
"I know. Staggering, isn't it?" Angus said.
"What's staggering is the smell," Marcus laughed.
"Do you get bio-hazard pay, by the way?"
"No, but I should, living in this house," Marcus teased.
"I didn't think about waking you," Edward said. "Never entered my head."
Simone was getting out large pasta bowls, salad bowls, bread plates, silverware and glasses and starting to set the table. Edward went to the kitchen, washed his hands thoroughly, and he went back to the bolognese and added now the orecchiette to the boiling water in the pasta pot.