Seventeen
Phoenix
“Grandma, you cannot be in his bedroom,” I whisper, finding her looking through Griffin’s closet.
“I just wanted to snap a picture of his Grammy. We don’t know anyone else with one of those. The most Ethel’s son has done is buy a used Tesla.”
“Why must you continue to be in competition with your best friend?” I ask, weaving my arm through hers. “You could’ve just asked. He has them downstairs.”
“Them? Oh, I can’t wait to show Ethel that my granddaughter is working for a multiple Grammy winner.” She allows me to lead her out of Griffin’s room, but not before his scent surrounds me. My knees weaken with the thought that I was this close to lying down with him on that bed.
Damn family.
“Tell me again why you compete with Ethel?”
“Because what else do we have to do? H
