Kevin and Scott devised a plan to rob their grandmother after learning her house was worth a fortune, but neither of them counted on their grandmother outsmarting them.”Jesus! You need to stop driving like a maniac!” Scott sighed, bracing himself against the dash, as his brother Kevin skidded their truck to a halt in front of Grandma Rachel’s house.
“We’re on a razor’s edge with all the debts, Scott,” Kevin retorted, slamming the truck door. “We’ve got things to do, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the investors demanded their money back!”
“Ha!” Scott exclaimed, fetching a bag of groceries. “Selling a service to people when it costs more than they can afford is tough, Kev. Told you that fancy rubberizing foot paint was a mistake!”
“And I told you it’s about quality!” Kevin argued as he grabbed another bag of groceries. The two brothers marched to Granny’s door and were about to knock when the door banged open.
Kevin and Scott exchanged a glance, looking at the strange young man in a suit in a doorway.
“You should take the time to consider the offer, ma’am,” the young man insisted.
“Thank you, but no!” Granny said, then turned to Kevin. “Oh, Kevin, won’t you be a dear and show this insistent young man off my property?”
“That won’t be necessary, sir.” The man put his card down on the hall table and walked away.
“What was that about, Granny?” Kevin asked.
“Some developers want to buy my house,” Granny shook her head and marched inside, Kevin and Scott following her.CONTINUE READING