Chapter 4
Atlanta, GA
Philip
AN HOUR OR SO after Charles left for work on Friday, the three teenagers came downstairs for breakfast. I was still in the sunroom enjoying a cup of tea with Gran when they appeared in the doorway. I said, “Good morning, guys. Are you sure you’re ready to be up and about, Steve?”
“Yes, Uncle Philip. I’m tired of lying around doing nothing.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good. I’m still a little sore down….” He paused as he registered Gran’s presence and added, “You know.”
“Okay,” I said. “After we get you guys fed, I’ll show you the school. Then we can go to the mall.”
Mrs. Goodman appeared as if on cue and laid out a small breakfast feast for the three of them. Lance, our resident Irish Setter, sensing the arrival of potential handouts, moved from his
