About ten minutes after Stephanie arrived home, Ryan came through the front door. John Richards rented a small house from his father. The plan was for John to inherit the house after his dad passed away. This would make it more financially feasible for John to do substitute teaching in the fall. The house was probably better suited to two occupants than three. It seemed that John, Stephanie and Ryan were always bumping into each other. John was accustomed to having the house to himself for most of the year. Whenever his two kids came to stay with him John found that he had quite an adjustment to make.
Ryan had just returned from doing some yard work for an elderly couple in the neighborhood. He arrived home dirty and sweaty. It was a hot day and Ryan’s first stop was the kitchen sink where he poured himself a large glass of water. Ryan was nineteen years old and was very good looking. He wore his long light brown hair in a pony- tail. Ryan had a strong, muscular athletic build. The girls at his high school found him to be very attractive. The only times that Ryan did not have a girlfriend was when he wanted some time to himself.
After a few minutes passed Ryan noticed that his dad was pacing around the small living room. “What’s up?, Dad. You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
“Have a seat on the couch, guys. I have some good news and some bad news to tell you,” said John still nervously pacing the floor. “Which do you want first?”
‘Hit us with the bad news first, Dad,” said Stephanie with a worried look on her face.
“Okay. The bad news is about your Grandpa. I just got a call from your Aunt Meg earlier today. She told me that Grandpa’s cancer has gotten worse and that he may only have one or two months to live,” John answered.
“That’s terrible news,” said Ryan with a pained expression on his face.
“We have to visit him before he dies,” said Stephanie.