After training this morning I went home to take a shower. I was lounging on bed when my grandmother entered and brought in a few bags with her. She had been shopping apparently.
“Here ya go, Jordan. I picked you up a few things while I was out,” she said as she sat down the bags.
“Thanks, what’s in them?” I asked.
“Oh, just some clothes, shoes, and makeup. Just a few things I thought you might like,” She started to leave my bedroom.
“Okay,” I said knowing she was up to something.
“Oh, and this weekend we are having a cookout. You can invite your friends if you want. It’s this Saturday at six,” she said.
“Who else is coming?” I was fishing.
“Some of the pack members and a few guests,” she said avoiding telling me the truth but not outright lying.
“Guests like who?” I push
