Ethan pulled into the driveway and was relieved his mother’s car was gone. Grabbing his bag, he ran up the front stairs, let himself in, and was halfway up the hall staircase when he heard his grandfather from the kitchen.
“I have coffee made. Talk to me before you go to the restaurant.”
“Sure, Papa.” Oh, man. What now?
Ethan took several deep breaths and grabbed a clean Fergies T-shirt and pulled on the ubiquitous black slacks and running shoes. He bounded down the back stairs to the kitchen where Fergie was waiting for him. There was a steaming cup of coffee across the table from his grandfather, who motioned him to sit.
“I called your mother and told her you’d be a bit late, that I wanted to talk to you.”
Ethan gulped and took a long drink of the strong coffee.
“First, I want you
