JIMMY'S POV I walked in, late at night to find Granny waiting, her hug a shock after two years of silence. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of warmth and scrutiny, putting me on guard. What was she really here for? I smelled trouble in my ass at the way she looked at me. The smell of alcohol on my breath seemed to ignite a fire in her eyes. "Looks like you've been out drinking, huh, little boy!" she snarled, her voice low and disapproving. I felt a surge of defensiveness, but her glare warned me to tread carefully. Fuck! here we go again. I muttered, "C'mon, Granny, you know I don't drink. I've just been studying my ass hard," my eyes drifting away from hers, trying to dodge the judgment I knew I’d face. But her skeptical gaze lingered. Her voice rose, "Language, boy! It's been a year, and this house has gone haywire. Nobody's got their act together anymore." Her disapproving gaze swept the room, landing on Mom, who was hovering by the kitchen door. "Veronica couldn't even
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