But today he didn’t show. After fifteen minutes, the phone rang.
“Grandpa, it’s Derek.”
“I was worried about you. Where are you?”
“The police are holding me in jail for hitting a pedestrian, and they want twelve thousand dollars for bail. Can you help me?”
“Of course.”
The cop came on the line and guided him to wire transfer the money using his computer. Jeremy had almost completed the transaction when the doorbell chimed. “Interruptions!”
“Grandpa, sorry I’m late.”
