Emma's POV
"Hello, dear. My grandson told me you'll be taking over." Roger's grandmother said once I opened the door. She strolled into my room and sat on the sofa.
"Um, yeah. I'll be starting on Monday. I hope that's alright with you." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. She had caught me off guard.
"Alright, dear. I'm happy. I can finally get some rest around here."
I yawned and she looked at me.
"Oh, you're sleepy. I'll get out of your hair." She said then got on her feet.
"Mrs.-"
"Stones."
"Mrs. Stones, I don't mean to come off rude or disrespectful, but I was just about to go lie down when you came over."
"That's alright, dear. I'll see you around anyway. Have a good nap."?
I headed for the bedroom and fell into a nice, comfortable sleep.
I woke up to a literal pounding on the door. I would be furious at whoever the hell it was; I didn't care if it was a police officer. The pounding woke me up from my sound sleep and caused a mild headache.