Chapter 4
“Julie! Where’s your hairbrush?” I was helping the children pack a few of their belongings and had given them each a plastic grocery bag from Giant to put them in.
“I want my suitcase,” declared Dylan.
“Me, too. The red one.” Sean slouched in the doorway of the bedroom he shared with his brother, pouting.
“I have no idea where your suitcases are, kids. Besides, we’re just going to be gone for a little while. Maybe only one night.”
Sean folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t want to go.”
“Me, neither,” Dylan agreed.
“You are silly boys,” announced Julie. “Granddaddy has a pool table.” That seemed to make all the difference. Julie, I decided, had a future in politics.
I left the boys arguing over which of their Star Wars action figures to pack in their bags while I wand
