8 GRIFFINAfter dropping off the moving truck and picking up my car, I drive back over to the new house to find Layne’s mom and Kristen preparing to leave. The boxes have all been put in the right rooms and the furniture is assembled and in its place.
I’m genuinely happy for Layne that she finally has her dream house. She’s always working so hard to make other people happy; it’s nice to see her do something big for herself.
I climb out of my car and walk over to where the ladies are saying good-bye.
“Always a pleasure to see you, Griffin,” Layne’s mom says with a smile. “It’s nice to know there’s at least one helpful young man left in LA.”
“Okay, Mom, time to go,” Layne says, urging her toward her car as Kristen snorts out a laugh.
“I do what I can,” I say with a wink at her mom. I alw
