“So, what are you going to do next?”
Grandma asked as they sat in a booth at the nearest burger joint. Her pale, wrinkly arms propped on the table. She looked at the mess of a bride across the table with genuine curiosity. Her bob-cut hair gave a hip look to her calm features.
Claire took a big bite of the burger before swallowing it down with a mouthful of fizzy drink. “I…” She took another sip from the straw, a loud one, fetching much more attention than she already had the second they entered through the doors. “I don’t know,” she admitted in a small voice.
Grandma raised her eyebrows, apparently amused. “Since when did you make hasty decisions, Claire?” There was a teasing tone in her voice.
Claire choked on her food. “It’s the first time, obviously.” She cleaned her mouth with the
