“You’re probably right.” Greg had another piece of banana bread.
Jim smacked his hand. “Leave some for the rest of us.”
Greg shot Jim a look. “Someone is bitchy today. Anyway, Aubrey and Mrs. Mills see themselves en loco parentis and won’t leave until they think you’re settled.”
“Mrs. Mills did help me become an emancipated youth after Mom died. I went to Monmouth College at thirteen, and finished my masters by the time I was sixteen. The software was for my Master’s thesis and then it took off when my faculty advisor showed it to a venture capitalist. We stayed in this house. It was part of my grandparents’ estate. Aubrey handles all the maintenance. He hires the contractors. I tend to get ripped off. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not a child. I’m just inept at everyday living. I’ve been
