It did not take long for me to start to regret insisting that mom and grandpa spend more time together with me and Gracie. Actually, it only takes about five minutes of sitting at the diner with them for me to regret my request.
Mom and grandpa were bickering about something before we ever sat down and by the time we’re ready to order, I’m ready to snap at Gracie. Times like this call for a milkshake. So naturally I decide to order four.
“Excuse me,” I say to a passing waiter. “We’re ready to order whenever you have a minute. No rush.” I can tell I’m irritable, and I don’t want to accidentally take it out on him. He must have read my mind because he comes over and places four chocolate shakes on the table in front of us.
Gracie grabs one and squeals in excitement.
“Thank you,” I whispe
