Chapter 3
I’d always known this day would come, but I still felt a qualm when it became clear that I’d been deposed from my title of Cool New Relative in my nephew’s estimation. Because rather than calling shotgun as he usually did, Keith slid into the backseat with his uncle as we left the school, and the boy proceeded to chatter for the entire first hour of our journey home.
“The Barn’s the cool place to live,” Keith was saying, seemingly undeterred by the fact that his uncle’s responses were monosyllabic. “I finally talked Dad into letting me move in, and there’s a spare room right next door to mine. I’ll bet you could bunk there if you wanted to.”
I was a bit worried that Ethan would make fun of his nephew since the latter was nearly the same age but acted so much younger. But he ke
