Alex practically falls asleep at the wheel, so I make him park at grandpa’s and come inside. He barely makes it to the door, and I’m not going to argue with him about taking a shower, I figure I’ll just wash my blankets later.
He surprises me by asking for a towel, so I show him to the bathroom, and leave him to shower alone. I wander around the house for a few minutes, and snack on some pretzels I find in the kitchen. I tuck the bag under my arm and wander around the house. Suddenly all of the pictures grandpa has of different dogs makes more sense. I wonder how many of them are actually my ancestors.
Something occurs to me and I’m waiting outside the bathroom when Alex opens the door. “Who are these people?” I snap open grandma’s locket- my locket and hold the picture out for Alex to s
