Free Room for Just a Little Bit More by Beth Ehemann

when he called himself a grandfather. They already had two grandfathers—Fred, who’d been there for all their skinned knees and runny noses, and Bob, who’d made them the most adorable hot pink mini-picnic table for their birthday this past summer. He even stenciled their names and little white daisies on the corners of the benches. That was a grandfather.
    “Yeah, you are. Twice, actually, in a matter of ten minutes.” I chuckled nervously. “I have twin girls. They’re six, almost seven.”
    “No kidding. That’s amazing.” He shook his head back and forth slowly. As I watched him talk, I started realizing I got more than just my reddish-brown hair from my mom. My dad had a large nose that leaned slightly to his left at the bridge and a square face, two things I was grateful I didn’t win in the DNA lottery.
    “I actually brought pictures of them.” Reaching into my purse, it took me a minute, but I dug out half a dozen photos of the girls and set them on the table. “Their names are—” When I looked up from my purse, my dad had his phone up in front of him, and he was typing something.
    “Oh, sorry.” He fumbled to put his phone away when he realized I’d stopped talking. “What are their names?”
    “Lucy and Piper.” A small sigh left my body as I told him their names. “I have more pictures of them on my phone if you want to see them, tons of them.” I laughed.
    He picked the photos up and looked at them very briefly before dropping them back on the table. “They’re cute. That’s okay, you can show them to me another time.”
    “Okay.” I was annoyed as I gathered up the pictures and put them back in my purse.
    “Listen, I know it took three letters to get you here, but I’m glad you finally came. I want to talk to you about something.” He lifted the red mug to his mouth and took a sip of his coffee. “I never read the newspaper anymore. Like most people, I get my news on the computer, but that one morning in June, for whatever reason, I happened to pick it up and there it was, right on the cover. My baby girl engaged to Minnesota’s golden boy. It was perfect timing. A sign, if you will. Like someone was telling me it was finally time to get in touch with you.”
    I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest, silently trying to figure out where he was going with this speech.
    “Anyway, earlier that morning I had just been turned down for a business grant, and I think it might actually be a great investment opportunity for you.”
    My heart sank and my mouth dropped open.
    “Well,” he continued when he saw my reaction, “for you and Brody. You see, I’m trying to start a small consulting business, but I need the start-up money, so here’s what I was thinking—if Brody could give me fifty grand up front, we can work out a percentage that he would get back annually. I was thinking maybe three percent? It’s negotiable. With my money expertise and his cash to get it off the ground, I figure the business should really take off and I can have him paid back in no time. He can be the silent partner in my little adventure. What do you think?”
    Quietly, I closed my mouth and inhaled deeply through my nose, just staring at him. As his words sank in, the few fond memories of him I’d protected like gold since childhood faded away. All I would ever remember was that after fifteen years, my father finally contacted me because he wanted money—from my fiancé.
    I was nothing but a rung on his slimy ladder. One he was going to use to get wherever he wanted.
    “KJ?”
    The instant he used the nickname he called me as a kid, I lost it.
    “ This is why you called me here? For money?” I hissed across the table, leaning forward.
    “Well, I-I-I wanted to know what was going on with you too,” he stammered. “I just think we should strike now while the iron is hot and run with this.”
    “Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” I jumped up, nearly bumping right into the