"You think I'm crazy don't you?"

My mouth fell wide open as I stared up at the huge, white mansion. It's the devil's lair, but damn it's gorgeous. 

Grandma and Alessandro struggled with the bags in the trunk, but I was too preoccupied with measuring the length of the penis on the statue of the white horse that was at the front of the house to offer any help.

Not that I wanted to anyway.

I could feel Grandma's glare burning through the back of my head but I didn't dare turn around. 

"Aren't you going to help with the bags?" she questioned through gritted teeth.

I sighed, "Fine."

I took my suitcase from the trunk, "I'm pulling my weight." Grandma packed the entire house as if we wouldn't be here for just a few days.

"I hope all you need is in that bag," she commented.

"I hope what you actually need is in your bags," I retorted.

Alessandro quietly took out the bags while Grandma and I argued back and forth. He smiled, "There...all done."