#Chapter12
Meeting the Gray Family
Lucille
Grayson picked me up and told me to dress in a nice outfit. He was taking me to meet his family. I didn’t know what to expect, if you catch my drift.
He pulled into a driveway. I got out of the car, noticing the house is a good size. From the looks of the home, his family doesn’t hurt for money. Let’s hope they aren’t snobby people.
There’s nothing worse than dealing with snobby people. I dealt with them in school.
We walked up to the door, and he opened it. I stepped inside, and a middle-aged woman greeted me.
/"Hello, hello, hello! You must be Lucille,/" the woman greeted me.
/"Yep, I sure am,/" I said.
/"I’m Marilyn. This stuffy goober, who is coming towards us, is my husband, Cayson./"
She thumbed at a man walking towards us.
/"Excuse my loony wife. She’s nuts,/" Cayson said.
He extended his hand to me. Damn. They’re something else. A girl bounded into the room.
