As Kendra drove toward the store, she drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, glancing at Mark every so often as if debating whether to say something. Finally, with a sigh, she broke the silence.
“Okay, so here’s the rundown on Grandma Marina,” she started, her tone matter-of-fact. “She’s… a lot.”
Mark smirked. “A lot how?”
Kendra huffed a laugh. “She’s fiery. Like, picture the most stereotypical feisty Latina grandma you can think of, then multiply that by ten. She’s loud, opinionated, and very, very traditional. She doesn’t believe in ‘lightly seasoning’ anything, she doesn’t believe in sugar-coating her words, and she absolutely does not believe in minding her own business.”
Mark chuckled. “Sounds fun.”
“Oh, she is,” Kendra said, shaking her head with a knowing smile. “She’
