Once the both of us were awake and ready for the day, we decided to go look for another car.
Layla had finished the other one and was taking a short break, but now she was ready for another task.
She was ready to make another video. She saw that the first video she posted was still sitting at zero views.
While she was demoralized she was also ready to prove herself. If one video wasn't enough then she would make another, and if that wasn't enough? Then she would make as many as it took.
If Layla was one thing it was determined.
That was how we spent the first half of the day, driving around to various junk yards and used car lots.
That was until we found it. What we were looking for.
Because there it was in all of its rusted glory a 1969 Corvelle Stingray. It wasn't in a junk yard, it wasn't in a used car lot, nope, it was sitting in the yard of a random house we happened to drive past.
Well, it was actually sitting on a trailer, completely uncovered and exposed to the elements.
We had to do a U-turn and go back to try and rescue the car.
When we talked to the homeowner we learned that it belonged to her deceased husband and he always talked about fixing it up. But, he didn't get around to it before he passed.
We told her about what we do and she was all for it. The deal that we came up with was that we would fix it up and sell it and she would get 70% of the profits.
She still has kids and grand kids, so she wants to leave something to them, other than an old house and a barn full of junk.
With the deal done Layla called her connection to have the car towed to our warehouse on a flat bed truck.
Both the car and the trailer it was on had flat tires from dry rot.
When we got to the warehouse with the car, Layla was eager to jump straight into the project.
However, a call from mom stopped that before it even began.
She reminded me of the dinner I had planned with my family. The one to tell them about all of my money.
Mom insisted for Layla to join us, but Lay was against it, saying that she wasn't family. Mom countered by saying that she is basically living with us and that makes her family.
Layla gave in and said that she would come.
On our way back home Layla started to get worried about what she should wear.
I told her simply, "Don't worry about it. We are a casual family. I'll probably go in grey jeans and a button up."
"That's nice. That is not casual."
"I know. But I am usually the best dressed. And that is what I'm wearing. Everyone else is going to be in blue jeans and a sweater or a jacket."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
When we got home we both showered and got ready. Layla still wanted different clothes so she borrowed some from mom. They were both similar in height but had very different styles.
Layla was most definitely goth while mom wears "artistic" or "earthy" styles. Very power crystal or healing crystal style of clothing. Which I do not really like.
Layla managed to find some darker clothes to wear but it became quickly apparent that while Layla and mom were similar in height they were not similar in weight.
Both mom and I are stick people, while Layla is, how should I say? Curvaceous.
The clothes were a very tight fit, but she managed. It was a loose black halter top with blue jeans and a light black jacket.
She had to keep wearing her black boots because mom wears child sized shoes.
We waited for a while for my uncle to show up.
He lives on the other side of us from my grandparent's house. So when we have dinner he stops at our house and then rides with us to my grandparent's house.
Once he was here he met Layla, he was clearly impressed by the side eyeing and nodding he was doing in my direction.
We then got into the car, mom drove while Erik sat in the passenger seat, while Layla and I sat in the back.
Our drive to my grandparents house was a humorous one, Erik is a guy that can tell stories and make jokes anywhere and anytime. So the car ride there was filled with talking and laughing.
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We arrived at my grandparents house.
The house was located in a historic district with either stately or victorian style houses and large Oak trees that towered over anything in the area. Except for the water tower and the old churches.
There were 3 churches in the area that were monuments to eras past. With their large stained glass windows depicting legends of the past and bell towers that rung out with a fierce bellowing that hinted at the coming tides.
The tree leaves had already turned brown and left the trees almost bare.
Today was a nice day with dense cloud coverage but plenty of silver linings to separate them.
We walked up the old stone stairs to the moss covered brick landing, further up more stone stairs to their porch, and then to their front door; where we rang the door bell.
My grandparents open the door with their usual smiling faces, happy to see us.
It seemed that mom had informed them about Layla ahead of time as they weren't surprised to see her and even knew her name.
The only thing they were shocked by was Layla's beauty, which Granny made a point of commenting on.
"Oh, well, aren't you just the prettiest thing." granny said while holding Layla's hand.
Once everyone was done with greetings and introductions, we spread out throughout the house.