I knocked three times on Grandma’s door and pushed it open. “Hey, Grandma! I have your groceries.”

“Thanks, dear! Put them on the table and—no, you’re reading the instructions wrong!”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Can you bring me some water?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” I rolled my eyes as I set my purse and the grocery bag on the kitchen side and headed into the living room.

“It’s that screw!” Grandma shrieked, pointing at one of the long ones on the floor.

Isaac was sitting on the floor, surrounded by flat pieces of wood. “It’s not that screw!”

“What on Earth is going on here?” I looked around the hot mess that was the living room—the kind of mess that was going to make Immy lose her mind.

Isaac looked up at me. “I fell for the cheesecake bribe.”

I looked at Mason who was sitting on the other side of the wood staring at the instructions. “Why are you here?”

“I also fell for the bribe,” he said reluctantly.

“I here for da cookies!” Maya grinned from the sofa, kicking her legs. She held up a large cookie that had a bite taken out of it. “I maded dem!”

I grinned. I loved that kid. “Is there one for me?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” She looked down at her plate. “Um, no. I ated dem.”

I fought a laugh and looked at Grandma. “Did you really bribe them both with cheesecake? I wondered why you needed so much from the store.”

“She sent you to buy the things for it?” Mason looked from me to Grandma. “Jen, you’re getting worse.”

Grandma clasped a hand to her chest. “I’m in my eighties! What are my family for if not to do things I demand of them?”

“I’m not family,” Isaac said. “How did I end up here?”

Grandma looked him dead in the eye. “You were weak.”

Well, there was no arguing with that.

I sat down in what seemed like the only free space left in the living room. Maya had taken up the entire sofa with her cuddly toys and her blanket, so I sat on the edge of a wooden dining chair that usually held Grandma’s knitting things.

“Is this the bookshelf?” I asked. “What do you even need a bookshelf for? You still have two empty shelves on the one in your room.”

“I want to display my favorite books in the living room,” she replied without batting an eyelid. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Lots of people do it.”

“Yes, but most people don’t have the Kama Sutra on their bookshelf,” Mason said. “I still don’t know why it takes two of us to build this.”

“I just wanted to watch you.” Grandma sat back in her armchair and picked up a glass I was pretty sure contained a gin and tonic. “Two hot, young boys building a bookshelf? Aye, papi.”

I blinked at her. “Do not ever say ‘aye, papi’ again. You are too white to pull that off.”