Chapter 17
Jacksonville, FL
David
IT WAS FRIDAY evening, we were in the middle of our first tax season, and we were having an early supper. Kevin and I had come home from the office around six but were planning to go back and tackle a few tax returns after we ate. Business was good. Life was even better.
“Guess who I got a call from today?” Grandma said between bites of food.
“Who?” Kevin said.
“Your brother.”
“Adam actually called you? Wow—that’s a first. He must have wanted something.”
“Probably, but he didn’t say what.”
“So what did he say?”
“That he’ll be here later this evening.”
“No kidding! I wonder what he’s up to?”
“Kevin, you have a deeply suspicious mind,” I said.
“Not at all, I just know my brother.”
“Well, if you want to stay here and wait for him, I can go back
