Chapter 8
As Tyler pulled into the driveway of his parent’s home, he saw Jack and Eddie playing croquet in the front yard. They stopped their game and came running to meet him. He got out of the truck and dropped to one knee and was bowled over onto the lawn when the boys piled on top of him.
They laughed and wrestled for a few minutes, then Tyler picked Jack up, took Eddie’s hand, and went into the house.
His mom came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. She was a short and slender woman with a pretty face and warm smile. People often remarked that someone as petite as she could not have given birth to the strapping young man that was her son.
“Hi, Mom,” Tyler said, putting Jack down and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Tell him, Gramma, tell him!” Jack pleaded, pulling
