I was about to ask what she meant, but Mathew cut me off before I could open my mouth, “Don’t get her started on that or we’ll be here all night.”
Again, Joan gave him a stern look.
“Now, Brianna, it’s late. You go on inside and get comfortable,” Joan urged. “Help yourself to anything in the apartment. There’s food in the cupboards and pop in the fridge.”
Joan cringed at the word pop before Mathew added, “Grandma isn’t a big fan of carbonated drinks. She much prefers a nettle tea.”
It was my turn to cringe then. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than tea brewed from a plant that stung so badly.
“Mother nature provides for us, and yet you youngsters are determined to dull your senses with all that sugar.” Joan rolled her eyes, and a tear came to mine. She almost sounded like Nicola. Sp
