I nod but still can’t look at him. Because if I do, I can’t promise I won’t lose my composure. But his presence means everything, and his words go a long way with me.
More than he could ever really know.
“Now, call all the boys up and tell them to get over here because Grandpa’s in town. Invite your brothers, Ricky, and whoever else you want,” he instructs. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower, then meet me in the kitchen with your apron on.”
“God, Grandpa…”
“Don’tGod, Grandpame,” he shoots back with a laugh. “I’ll need your help whipping up my famous gumbo for dinner. And we’re making a lot because I haven’t forgotten how much you boys eat.”
“I’m no good in the kitchen.”
“Don’t you think I know that? But you can follow orders, can’t you?”
I laugh a little, and as much as Idon’twant to cook, spending time with him will be worth it.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, there you go!” he says. “I’m guessing you have some sort of grocery delivery service set up?”
“We do,” I sigh.
“Good. I’ll shoot you a list before I shower. See you in a bit,” are his final words before he disappears in the ensuite bathroom where the shower turns on the next second.
My plan for the day was to become one with the couch while I sulked, but thanks to Grandpa Boone… it looks like I’m making gumbo instead.
Chapter Nineteen
WEST
Glancing around the room at my brothers, Ricky, and Chase, I have to admit it. Grandpa was right.
I needed this.
We’re stuffed full of Grandpa’s gumbo and homemade cornbread, but that’s not enough to stop us from talking shit around the pool table.
As usual.
“Six. Side pocket,” Dane Calls out, tapping his stick where he’s aiming.
“From that angle? No chance,” Sterling shoots back with a laugh.
Ricky laughs too before goading them into a wager. “Why not put your money where your mouth is?”
“Bet,” Dane agrees, which already has Sterling pulling cash from his wallet.
“Fifty says you won’t make it.”
“Same,” Chase pipes up, matching Sterling’s bet. “Sorry Dane.”
“All good. I’ll gladly take your money,” he laughs.
Ricky places his cash down next. “My money’s on Dane. He’s got this. Easy.”
I keep my wallet in my pocket and keep quiet, observing.
“Doeseverythinghave to be a damn pissing match with you two?” Grandpa scolds, volleying a look between my brothers.
“Yep,” they say in unison as Dane lowers to make his shot.
