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Chapter 59: Andrews Interrogation Dinner

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

March 9, 1999

~Grandma Bobbi~

"I'm taking you and grandpa out for dinner. It's a nice spot, so please dress for the occasion," Tia spoke to me over the phone.

"Dressy attire?" I asked her.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied. "You know you and grandpa could've stayed at my home, still can. I have plenty of room just as long as you don't invite anyone over," she spoke to me.

"We're already booked though, so there's nothing to worry about. Well stay where we are," I told her.

"Well, we'll come and pick the two of you up. It'll be Donald, our security, and myself. Is that okay?" She inquired.

"That's fine. It would be nice for us to sit back while somebody else is driving for a change," I chuckled.

"So... I would need the address and the room number just in case you and grandpa don't answer y'all's cell phones. The two of you are great at that," she halfway joked.

"It's the technology. It's becoming more difficult by the second," I told her.

I gave her the address to the hotel, as well as our hotel room.

"Okay, we'll be there at six o'clock sharp. Please be ready. Alright. I love you, bye."

"I love you too," I told her then hung up the phone, then turned to my husband who came to the table, sitting our breakfast down on the table. "Tia will be picking us up at six o'clock sharp and we have to wear dressy attire. Business casual," I told him.

"Oh, okay. She's taking us out?" He asked her. "Oh, how the tables have turned. It's not new, but it's still shocking. I'm proud of her."

"She's a lot like Ella. Determined," I replied.

Anthony, my son, made an appearance in the food court of the hotel with plates of breakfast.

"Good morning," my husband was the one to speak first.

My husband and my son don't have much of a relationship due to the things he's done in the past that could've potentially put him and me at risk. Anthony went to jail but was let out early for killing his girlfriend, and then hiding the evidence. The gun he killed her with just happened to be my husband and I's gun that my son stole from our safe.

"Good morin'," Anthony spoke to both of us.

"Good morning," I spoke to my son.

"So- uh, I got in contact with Yasir and he's down for meeting up with me. I'm trying to make things right and that's my only son and my oldest child," he told us.

"Good luck with that. It's been thirty-five years. Thirty-five years too long. I hope everything goes well for you," I smiled.

There's nothing else that I can say to my son.

"How's Tia?" My son asked me. "Camiley told me that y'all went to see her yesterday."