Liz grabbed one of the paper bags he held and reached for the other. "Where's your brother?"
He shrugged. "Around."
"Justin. Come help unload the trunk." She carried the bags toward the house.
followed with his backpack and her
overnight case. "Take them upstairs." Brandon
As she passed the living room to enter the hall beside the stairs, her father-in-law sat up. "I can help you with those."
"You could track Justin down."
"Impossible. He's so like Derek was. Never could find that boy when there was work to be done."
She wished he would stop comparing Justin to his father. That seemed to give Justin license to behave erratically. The constant comparison also hurt
Still, she was fortunate to have Pop's help with the boys. Working would have
been nearly impossible if he hadn't moved in and taken over the child care. Brandon
Liz put the bags on the counter and unpacked the tea kettle and a canister of sugar. After putting water to heat, she checked the refrigerator. Milk, butter, and eggs stood on the shelves. In the freezer, the ice bin was full, and two bags of ice lay on the lower shelf. Thanks,
she thought. Laurel
She looked around the room and admired the efficient use of space and the features she hadn't found in an apartment kitchen. The counters were marble with streaks of green that were echoed in the painted walls and the curtains. The stove had double ovens and a rotisserie. A microwave hung beneath one of the green cabinets. The large window above the sink overlooked the backyard.
Justin emerged from the basement. "Mom, there's a big freezer down there with food and ice cream. Can I have some?"
She handed him an orange. "Here . . . . It's good for you."