“It looks like some kind of Renaissance festival.” Jacob says to me, as he tries to zoom in on a flag hanging on top of one of the tents, but unfortunately, he could only zoom in so far, revealing what looked like a red cross.
“What are you boys staring at?” My grandmother asks, startling Jacob and me, as she enters my room and moves straight towards my desk, where Jacob and I both were, still staring at the laptop screen.
Immediately, I stepped to the side of Jacob, giving her room to look at the screen, even though I knew there was a fat chance in hell that she would know who the tents belong to, but my grandmother was much older and wiser, and had seen a lot of things in her lifetime.
To my surprise, my grandmother stepped over to Jacob, who also moved to the side, allowing her a
