"I can't remember any grandparent. We're going to get caught, and they'll know I don't have my memory as soon as we walk into the door," Marco complained, leaning against the backseat while letting his hands drop slowly from the window.
Maria stared at him from the corner of her eyes and shook her head. She was glad the partition in the car was well in place so she could yell at him and not be bothered about their driver eavesdropping.
"Well, even if they do, they are the good grandparents. It doesn't even matter at all. They're just glad we're alive" Maria tried to talk some sense into her brother, but he was hell-bent on not listening.
"How do you know they're good? We're already fighting one side of the grandparent-Ville for our inheritance, and I won't be surprised if we're dealing with another set of monsters" he shrugged.
"Don't you dare," Maria heaved?
"Dare to do what?" He cried out in ignorance.
