"Sullivan, put your f*****g phone down," Jet says, trying to snatch it away from him.
I toss a pillow at Sullivan. "Come on. Let's do this."
Sullivan looks so preoccupied I don't know if he's heard a word of our plan. "Yeah," he says, glancing up. "Whatever you guys want to do is fine."
Suddenly Mrs. Wentworth, Derek's grandmother, appears. She just moved here from Texas to be closer to him since his mom died and his dad is deployed. She's standing at the bottom of the basement stairs with a ridiculously big red hat perched on her head.
Jet rushes up to her with his arms open wide. "Granny Wentworth!" he cries out before enveloping her in a huge, overenthusiastic bear hug.
Mrs. Wentworth politely pats Jet on the back. "Jacob, my dear," she says, calling him by his real first name inst
