Kat sends an eggplant emoji for good measure, and I let out a big laugh.
Mila: LOL! I’m heading to Gigi’s. I’ll text you when I get there.
I lock my phone and back out of the driveway and head back to my grandparents’ house. Gigi already knows about the arrangement I’m sure because she and Mrs. Bishop are great friends. If they didn’t talk about it, I’d be more surprised at this point. By the time I arrive, Gigi has a bag of cookies waiting for me.
“Do you know everything?” I ask with a grin.
“Grandmas and mamas know it all,” she reminds me—something she used to say to Kat and me when we were younger.
“Thanks, Gigi,” I tell her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Anytime, honey. If you need anything or if that Bishop boy is being a pain in the ass, you let me know, and I’ll h
