“You didn’t have to do all this,” I say, gesturing to the bags he’s holding. He’s brought wine and a gift. “My mom would have eviscerated me if I’d shown up to someone’s house empty-handed.” Once we’re inside, he gives my grandmother a kiss on the cheek. “Nice to see you, Nan.” He passes her a paper bag. “This one’s for you.” “What is that?” Charlie and Nan look over to me. “I asked Charlie to pick me up a bottle of scotch since you wouldn’t.” Nan pats him on the hand. “You’re a good man. How much do I owe you?” “Don’t worry about it.” “Fiddlesticks.”
