Chapter 17

“Beds taken care of, Pop,” he said.

“You didn’t have to do that, Brody, but I appreciate it.”

“Yes I did, Pop. Taking some of the load from you makes me feel less like a freeloader.”

“You could never be a freeloader here, lad. You’re family.”

“Nevertheless.”

“What time will Brian come over, do you think?”

“He didn’t say for sure, but probably after lunch.”

“Good,” his grandfather said. “That gives me time to take care of a few things. Come to the den with me, lad, I need to talk to you.”

Brody followed his grandfather into the office slash library, and sat next to his grandfather’s desk when told to do so. He looked at his grandfather expectantly.

“What’s up, Pop?”

“A couple of things. First, I’ll be flying up to Atlanta in a couple of weeks to visit your aunt and her family.”

“Need a ride to the airport?”

“Thanks, but I’m still capable of driving down to Orlando on my own.”

“How long will you be staying?”