I connect the phone to the bluetooth in my car. “Okay, slow down, Gram, what’s going on?” “There’s a young man here holding a card with my name written on it,” my grandma says. “He says you sent him to the airport to get me.” “That’s right, Gram. He’s going to bring you here.” “But, Dallas, my name is spelled incorrectly on this card, and I don’t know if he can be trusted. What if he is trying to kidnap me? I watch TV.
