Chapter 18
Jacksonville, FL
David
WHEN WE GOT HOME, Grandma was waiting for us on the porch. We walked back to the kitchen with her and handed her the bags.
“I don’t know about you guys,” Kevin said, “but I need a glass of wine or two after all this excitement.”
“Me too,” I said.
“I wouldn’t mind one,” Grandma said.
“White or red?”
“Whatever’s open,” she said, “but before you do that, I need your help with something.”
“What?” Kevin said.
“Let’s go back to my room. I want you to pick Anthony up so I can turn the covers down on the bed. That way the bed will be ready for me.”
“We can do that,” I said.
“While we’re at it,” Kevin said, “we should probably get him out of his clothes—at least down to his underwear.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
I picked the sleep
