My phone rings on the table, and Blake snatches it up before I can answer it. “Hello.” He listens. “Hi, Dad.” I frown. What’s he doing? “Oh, really? Shit.” He listens. “Yeah, okay.” He nods, all serious. “No, it’s okay. We can do that. We’re on our way.” He puts his hand over the phone as he plays along. “It’s Nana.” “Nana?” I frown. “She’s fallen down a flight of stairs.”
This is hilarious
