I can see her tapping her toe in frustration, her jaw set in defiance. She’ll lay into me when I get back, accuse me of being unprofessional.
I’d love to show her exactly how unprofessional I can be.
I blink out of my thoughts and find my grandmother watching me like she knows exactly where my mind went. I quickly kiss her cheek and shuffle past her.
“I’m not willing to take that chance.”
I check the smoke detector one last time and toss the ruined microwave in the trash, despite my grandmother’s protests.
“That’s a good microwave! I’ll just clean out the soot and then—”
“And then set off a fire that will take down the whole house?” I finish for her. “No thanks. I’ll get you a new one.”
“I can take care of myself! I lived on my own for over fifty years before you were born!”
“And
