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I know that Baggy and Grandmother Rose hate each other, but I had managed to forget how much venom there is between the two polar opposites.
“Oh, that ridiculous woman is here?” Grandmother Rose’s face is pinched as if she has just tasted a particularly sour lemon.
“Of course,” I smile, trying to smooth things over, even as I’m regretting my decision to join Grandmother Rose for dinner. The rest of her family is at the hospital, awaiting further news on Baggy, so I am trying to be kind and keep her from having to dine alone. Apparently, the old adage is true and listening to the bitter woman gripe about Baggy is my punishment for that good deed.
When Shay walks up to our table with his wide, friendly smile, I breathe an audible sigh of relief. As much as I don’t want him to have to
