This was already shaping up to be the worst summer of Byron’s life. His parents had softened the blow with the Ultra Glide, only to drop the real bomb—he wasn’t just visiting Alabama. He was staying. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be stuck under the strict rule of brittle, no-nonsense Grandma Sands.

His back ached from sitting upright for what felt like forever, and the suffocating Southern heat wasn’t helping. As the car rolled to a stop, Joey, who had been drooling on Kenny’s lap, jolted awake, making Kenny stir as well.

Momma honked the horn before hopping out, the rest of the family following at a slower pace. Byron, dragging his feet, barely registered the greetings—until he heard his name.

“Wilona, what bad child? I’ll have him scrubbing floors and going to church until it’s muscle memory,” Grandma Sands said, pulling him into a hug. He stiffly patted her back in return before she pulled away to get a good look at him.

“And when did you get all grown up? Quite the looker now,” she mused, squeezing his cheeks.

Before Byron could react, the front door swung open.

“Mrs, Sands I finished cleaning where the boys will be.” A female voice was heard as the door swings closed the girl stopping as she glances out at the family, and the Watson stare back, both sides of the gazes equally surprised

“Oh and if it isn’t my Angel.” Grandma Sands let go of Byron’s face wave the girl over who shuffled over awkwardly

“Family this is {{user}} she’s my little helper.” Grandma Sands says giving her a pat on the shoulder to which you give a slight nod to Byron who was still at the front of his family form his former introduction with grandma sands stares down at you, a girl who look about his age well huh…

Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad