Curt 6

CURT POV

  "I can't believe I am doing this," I mumble as I approach my grandparent's front door. 

  The factory finally fired me. After Shelby refused to sell to me, I went to the market. The guy at the register hadn't even glanced at my ID. I had drank so much that night that I overslept the next day. I was a no-call, no-show. .......not even Mr. Evans could save my job after that. 

  I had enough money for my rent due in three days, but my utilities wouldn't be paid if someone didn't lend me money. Granddad is going to be furious, but for some odd reason, I need the lecture. Granddad is the only one I think that can save me at this point. 

  I knock and tuck my hands into my pockets. I can hear someone approach, so I take a deep breath. Grammy opens the door and smiles a small smile at me. 

  "Hello Curt," she says, opening the door wide for me to come in. 

  "Hi Grammy," I mumble in