grabbed a beer.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because tomorrow morning, they’re going to understand why I needed their signatures.”
I stared at him.
“What are you going to do?”
He took a sip.
“Nothing illegal.”
“That is not comforting.”
He laughed.
“Go home.”
“Grandpa.”
“Seven forty-five tomorrow morning. Just make sure your phone’s on.”
At 7:46 a.m., my phone rang.
It was Grandpa.
I answered immediately.
“Where are you?”
“Their driveway.”
“Why?”
Then he told me who was standing beside him.
“David.”
I sat up when he named
