I didn’t wait for an answer as I stood up and headed to the kitchen. As usual, there were a couple of spare burgers. Nan always did that just in case Uncle Floyd and I felt like a second helping.
As I carried my plate, which was getting emptier as I approached the porch, I could hear them talking, and at one point, I thought I heard laughter. I stood by the door, trying to hear them and eat at the same time.
When I’d first moved in, I was always worried that they were talking about me. But they never were, and if they did, they would be talking about the crazy stuff that I did and how good it was to have a kid in the house.
“You going to come out here, or are you going to stand out there and listen?” Uncle Floyd asked, and a smile appeared on my face.
I stepped through the door, no
