“Be right there.” I tuck my toothbrush into my backpack and peek around Pop’s door, worried he might not be awake this early. “Righto!” He looks up from his recliner. “So, we’re heading out,” I say, stepping close to him. He takes my hand and nods, smiling. “Thanks a lot for, I don’t know, for everything—doing my laundry and eating my bad curry and helping me dye my clothes—” “Okay, Kelly dear,” he says, his eyes shining. “You be safe. Take good care to always be safe.”
