I’d just gotten home from work Monday evening when I got a call from my condo’s doorman. Apparently, my nephew was in the lobby and needed to see me ASAP due to a family emergency.
“My nephew?” I asked the doorman.
“Your nephew, Ryan.”
I almost told the doorman that I didn’t have a nephew named Ryan, but instead, I thanked him for the information and told him to send up my “nephew.” I was standing at my front door when Ryan stepped out of the elevator. He looked innocent and unassuming dressed in a Rangers jersey, jeans, and Chucks. He smiled when he saw me. I wanted to throttle him.
“Hi, Matthew,” he said with a smile.
I couldn’t believe he was greeting me like we were old friends. I hustled him into my condo and closed the door behind him. “Why are you here?”
“I can’t stop thinking
