Colvin's mom glanced at the clock. It was already nine o'clock, and her son still hadn't returned home.
The cartoon ended, and the commercials began. Bodi yawned, "Grandma, I want to go to bed."
"Alright, Grandma will help you with your bath," Colvin's mom shook herself back to reality.
Bodi suddenly became bashful, "I can do it myself. Did Mommy call?"
"No, but how about I get you a phone? Then you can call her whenever you miss her and even have a video chat."
"Really? Thank you, Grandma."
Bodi went off to bathe, and Colvin's mom called her son, "You're not coming home tonight, are you?"
"No."
"Aren't you going to take care of your own son?"
"Isn't he with you, Mom?"
"Where are you now?"
Colvin glanced at the woman across from him, a faint smile playing on his lips, "I'm just
