Chapter 9

At his grandfather’s house, he backed up as close as he could to the door and climbed out of the truck. The door opened as he walked up onto the stoop.

“Hi, Pop,” Brody said. “Were you watching for me?”

“Not exactly. Your mother called to let me know you were on the way. Come inside and have a look at the upstairs. I finally finished cleaning out my junk.”

Brody followed his grandfather inside the house and to the upstairs, which were now his quarters.

“Wow. You’ve pretty much emptied your old den out.”

“Yep. That room has been accumulating junk for years, and it was past time that I got rid of all of it.”

“I think there’s even room for my desk in one corner.”

“More than, I should think,” his grandfather said.

“That’s good, because I’ll be starting grad school part-time, come September.”

“Let’s go get your stuff.”