Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Caleb: Were you the one who lent the money to my sister?
Emmersyn: What?
Caleb: That was a lot of money. Why would you do that?
Emmersyn: My mom taught me to give a hand to those we love. Your sister is one of my closest friends.
Caleb: Again, that was a lot of money. Your family . . . did they just give it to you?
Emmersyn: I took it from the safe. No one was using it.
Caleb: You’re going to get in trouble.
Emmersyn: My grandma will be away until the end of the month—grief vacation, remember?
Caleb: Oh right, who died?
Emmersyn: My grandfather.
Caleb: Sorry for your loss.
Emmersyn: Thank you.
Caleb: How about your parents? Will they care about the money?
Emmersyn: I never met my father and Mom died when I was fourteen.
Caleb: So it’s just you and your grandmother?
Emmersyn: Yep, but she says we’re enough family, her and me. She mentioned it during Grandpa’s funeral. I’m still trying to figure out how that’s plenty, though. It’s a matter of time, I guess.
Caleb: Let me see if I understand this. Your grandmother left you alone while she went on a trip grieving?
Emmersyn: I’m eighteen and Duncan is around.
Caleb: Obviously that’s enough.
Emmersyn: :Shrug:
Caleb: You’re not what I expected.
Emmersyn: Were you expecting me? That’s a little weird.
Caleb: My parents talk about you a lot. I mean, you and Clarissa seem to get into trouble pretty often. Mom mentions you every time I call. It’s like you’re part of the family.
Emmersyn: Like the evil mascot?
Caleb: :Laughs: Not at all.
Emmersyn: Somehow I feel like you’re making fun of me.
Caleb: Not in the slightest. Anyway, I just wanted to double-check if the money came from you and thank you for helping us out.
Emmersyn: It’s the least I could do for my bestie.
Caleb: Let me guess, the bestie code?
Emmersyn: Obviously.