In the shirt pocket Jason felt something, and realised it was another note. "Use this," it read in his grandma's handwriting, and it was wrapped around a bundle of $50 bills. Flabbergasted, he stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs. Wow, he said to himself. He noticed that the note continued. “Don’t starve yourself. Call me so we can do lunch someday soon,” the note concluded.

“Oh, I won’t starve myself,” Jason said quietly to himself. He thought about Grandma, and about how she’d said he looked just like Grandpa. His grandpa had died before he was born, in an accident, and the only picture Jason had ever seen showed a happy, husky man on his wedding day. He wondered if Grandpa had been as big as him - or even bigger? He and Grandma had gotten married really young. Grandma had taken the wholesale business he’d inherited from his dad and expanded it, before selling out to ‘enjoy her time with her grandchildren’. He hadn’t ever really thought about how much his Grandma must be worth, but it must be substantial - and she was willing to share it with him.

Feeling an incredible rush from the discovery of the note and the money - and the great fit of the new jeans - Jason practically bounded out the door of the frat house. He headed down the street...