The guy turned off the lawn mower. “Hi. I’m Matt. You’re are?”
“Emilia. You’ve probably heard about me already…”
“What?”
“Those photos and the memes all over the internet yesterday. That was me.”
“I don’t check the internet much.”
“Thank God,” she muttered.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.”
“What did you do?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Where’s my grandmother?”
“You’re Bertha’s granddaughter? Wow.”
She didn’t know if that was a compliment or an expression of disappointment. She was suddenly aware of her dishevelled look.
“Uh, I better get back inside and start breakfast.”
“I’m sure Bertha already did that. She never leaves home without cooking, no matter how early it is.”
“Who are you again?”
“Matt. Bertha’s unofficial handyman. I help her get things done around here and she pays me wi
