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I own the house now, that’s how ht it frorandmother died and his Parkinson’s advanced to the point he couldn’t live alone Soon after, le men could take care of themselves and she moved her father to our faivers and nurses to be sure she wouldn’t have to do any of the dirty work herself

Well-, if a little cold, but that’s my mother

“You’re always so contrary” My mother puts her phone down and folds her perfectly reed”

I dartto like the answer to reed to what?”

Roan sniffs as he and lance “The charity event tomorrow That’s why you need a new suit”

The Russian tea cakesto smell pretty fishy

“Event?” I already know I’ve been duped

“For the Parkinson’s Association” Roan raises his eyebrows, giving lass to me “Hard to say no to that”

I run rip the back of my neck on the way down As if on cue, there’s the sound of footsteps fro wheeled into the living room by Emily, one of his aides

“Little birdie toldhand and I hop up and make my way toward him

“Grandpa You’re looking ive hi look “Where are the bunnies?” I lean over to look behind hirins

“He wore theiver leans down to whisper in his ear “Soe” She squeezes his shoulders and gives me a wink

“Sure” My grandfather rolls his eyes “I had my one bunny That was all I ever wanted or needed”

The house randfather built, where I now live, was simple compared to this stone-walled monstrosity He built the solid Sears Craftsman House by himself, with the help of a few friends and family, back when he was in his early twenties A few years later, he rew up, but you’d be hard pressed to get her to admit that to most of her current circle