They were home nearly an hour before Zoe called back.
“I’m coming over, but I have to wait for a little bit.” She sounded anxious.
“We can pick you up if you want.”
“No,” she said at once. “I can ride. Really, I like riding.”
“Okay, sure,” Penny said, a little confused by Zoe’s insistence.
“Um, it’ll be a bit, but please don’t call. Grandma’s going to bed.” After offering a hurried “Good bye,” Zoe hung up.
Is she embarrassed about Susan meeting her grandma?
Is she afraid her grandma won’t like me?
They ignored their grumbling stomachs, deciding to save dinner and the movie for when Zoe arrived. They watched television, and the clock hanging over the hallway entrance.
An hour passed, and still Zoe did not show up.
“I’m going to start dinner now,” Susan said. “If she isn’t here in
