Nash was washing his hand at the sink after using the toilet when there was a firm knock at the bedroom door. It could only be Percy. Grampy couldn’t have come up those stairs, and his knock wouldn’t be that loud and demanding.
Whatever. “Come in,” Nash called. Emmitt loved him, not Percy. Didn’t matter what Percy might want.
Percy wore another cheery smile. “Good morning!”
Fine. Nash didn’t bother pasting on a phony smile, but he could play nice. “Good morning.”
Percy stepped through the bedroom to join Nash in the bathroom. “Don’t worry, Bernie is comfortable in a recliner and watching some cooking competition show.” Percy held up a small handheld receiver. “And there’s an audio monitor turned on in case he needs anything.”
Kudos to Captain Responsible. “I’m fine. You can keep him c
