Chapter 61

“There’s more,” George said.

“More?” I said.

“We’re going to drive down to Atlanta the Saturday after Thanksgiving so Robbie can have a session with Lydia, and thanks largely to Robbie babbling about his new friends, you’re all invited to come along.”

“Won’t their house be a bit crowded?” David said.

“David,” Mike said, “it’s not a house—it’s more like a huge mansion. I don’t know how many bedrooms there are on the second floor, but I assure you there are more than enough. They have six little boys of their own and Philip’s nephew and his boyfriend in residence, and there are still empty bedrooms.”

“Maybe I should just stay home,” Grandma said.

“Don’t be silly,” Mike said. “Mrs. Barnett will be glad to have someone closer to her age to visit with.”

“Mrs. Barnett?” I said.

“Charles’ grandmother. It’s technically her house, and she’s a great old lady. We like her a lot.”

“I wouldn’t know what to say to a rich lady,” Grandma said.