Grandma looked at my mom. “Did she just hang up on Mad Rogan?” “Yes, she did. Did you know that Adam Pierce showed up at our house last night?” Grandma’s eyes went wide. “He was here?” “She met him outside.” Grandma swung toward me. “Did you take any pictures?” My phone beeped. Unlisted number again. I answered it. “I’m not a man of infinite patience,” Mad Rogan said. I hung up. “Pictures or it didn’t happen!” Grandma declared.
