The slam of a car door had him freezing and then hastily pushing Matt away. That sounded like it came from just outside his house. Frowning, he left the kitchen and went to the living room window to peer out.
“Who is it?” Matt asked coming up behind him.
“Oh, God, it’s my grandmother.” He recognized her curly white head as she bent down to scoop up his newspaper from the front lawn. At the curb was her brand new, red Smart Car. “Get dressed, quick.”
Matt patted his arm. “Calm down, Calvin. It’ll be okay.” He tugged him down the hallway toward the bedroom. Matt picked up his clothes from the previous night.
He went to his closet and pulled out a pair of khaki casual pants and a brown polo shirt. Then he went to his dresser for underwear and dressed quickly. The doorbell rang a couple of times and he hurried to the door.
Calvin swallowed, ran his fingers through his messy blond hair, and opened the door with what he hoped was a welcoming smile. “Hi, Grandma.”