I was bored at my workplace. Unsure what to do this weekend, I grabbed my phone and dialed grandma's number. She answered my call much too quickly.
"Hello son, how are you today?"
"Grandma I was wondering as to whether Xavier would be in town this weekend?"
"Of course, I requested his mother to bring him after school every Friday, and she agreed. I want his presence at one of our Sunday sessions. Those ladies are always rubbing it in my face that I have no great grandchildren."
"But grandma Xavier isn't mine," I giggled at my grandma's comment.
"At the very least, he looks identical to you. I'd want to ask you a question. Are you certain that young man is not yours? I've noticed how he consumed bread the majority of the time he is around. He takes every stride you take. I remain unconvinced that he is not your son. Perhaps we might do a DNA test."
"Grandma, why are you interested in doing a DNA test on that boy? What if the mother finds out?"
"She doesn't have to know, if he's not your son we can carry on like nothing happened, then if he's your son, you will decide what to do next."
"No, grandma, let's not do it, it's wrong."
"Well, tell me, he is not your son, DNA or not. That young man is oozing my blood. Anyway, what did you want?"
"Can I come take him tomorrow and I will bring him on Sunday morning?"
"Take him with you today, and bring him to me tomorrow night." I will hav his mother bring him to you office."
"I believe you said that she was not driving. How is she going to bring him to this my office?"
"I gave her one of my cars. I'll have her drive him to your office."
I can't believe my grandma would give an expensive car to a complete stranger. Sandra, on the other hand, has never received anything from my grandma. Who is Xander's mother?
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