Makayla groaned the next morning when she heard her phone vibrate. Sliding her hand under her pillow, she blindly felt around for it. Her finger instinctively pressed the button even as she buried her face back in her pillow.
“This better be good,” she muttered.
“Are you still asleep? I thought you were working. Did you get fired? Wait a minute, can a grandfather fire his granddaughter?” Tisha asked.
Makayla groaned again and rolled over onto her back. “There should be a law against people like you. No one should be this cheerful in the morning,” she muttered. “What time is it?”
“Almost nine,” Tisha said with a laugh. “Dad just dropped me off. I think he had enough of me and Erika. I swear if I’m ever that much of a…”
Makayla blinked sleepily up at the ceiling as she listened to a lon
