Chapter 5
When it did, the driver helped him put the boxes in the back. “Where to?” the driver asked. When Brian gave him the address, the driver chuckled. “Moving up in the world or moving back home to the parents?”
“Moving into what used to be my grandfather’s house, before he died,” Brian replied.
“You inherited it? Must be nice.”
Rather than go into details, since it was none of the man’s business, Brian said “Yes, it is,” and left it at that.
When they pulled up in front of the house and began putting the boxes on the front porch, a woman walking by with her dog eyed Brian with suspicion. He smiled at her, waving the keys, which seemed to mollify her. Thankfully, as far as he was concerned, she didn’t stop to ask who he was and why he was there.