Aiden frowned. He grabbed James by his shoulders.
"Who are 'they'? James, where are you going?"
James' phone rang at the opportune moment. Without even picking it up, James glanced at the Thompson's front yard. A black luxurious car stood outside of the gate, its headlights shining at Grandma Thompson's flowers.
"Bye, Aiden."
James closed the door behind him. Aiden pulled the window curtain aside and saw James getting into the car. As soon as the car door was shut, it drove away without further ado.
Grandma Thompson's little house was suddenly filled with a lot of people for the weekend. The elder woman liked children a lot, but her only daughter only had one son before she passed away.
Having James' younger siblings over made her very happy. She busied herself in the kitchen the whole morning preparing three meals and snacks with her own hands and refused any help from the others.
