Carl Wilson
When I get home, Grandma's car is right in front of my house. I am tempted to just keep on driving, but I know I won't be able to escape her. Plus, she's the type of woman where it's to just step up and take your lumps if you've crossed her, because she's not going to forget, and she's going to give you extra for having tried to run.
I pull my car into the garage, and meet her at the door. She's way to proper to tear into me outside at this time of night, so I unlock the door.
"Before you jump all over me," I say, "You have been spying on me for weeks. So I got out from under you for a bit. So what?"
"I specifically told you to not go looking for Ivy and Ben. You'll put her in grave danger."
"I can't just sit around waiting for terrible things to happen to her," I say. "You know that."
"That hunter is coming up short on finding them. You are leading her right to them. If I could track you, she certainly has been."