(Megan POV)
When I looked at grandmas, mom, and sis, I could hear grandma Jill's voice, "I hope all be there good."
"Yes," mom said.
"They took from the basement, a new bottle," grandma Lucy said.
"Joe doesn't drink," I said.
"Oh," grandmas said almost at the same time, and when I looked at them, I added, "once he drank, and he couldn't clean, but make a mess."
"Oh, in your place, so he broke the jar?" mom said.
"No, it was in a flat which the company own. Kevin, Greg, and Marcus were with him," I said.
"So, they know each other," grandma Jill said, and then she added, "I might ask them about the opinion of Joe."
"Marcus knows him from schooldays," I said.
"Oh," Angela and mom said, and then grandma Lucy added, "so, this school friend, whose knee broke."
"Yes, it was Joe and grandma. You have a great memory," I said while looking at her.
