I was on the upstairs balcony when I heard Mom and Grandma arguing—Mom’s eyes glistening with tears, Grandma’s face set in a stern line.
I headed down, slipping between them to loop an arm around each.
“How about I whip up lunch? I’ve got this killer beef recipe I’ve been dying to try.”
“Sounds good—let’s see what you’ve got,” Grandma Eleanor said, cupping my cheek gently.
Mom Agatha chuckled, pinching my nose.
“You little foodie, always messing around in the kitchen. Watch it, or you’ll turn into a chubby pup.”
“Chubby pups are adorable—all soft and cuddly. I’d just charm my way into staying here forever,” I teased.
“Like you haven’t already?” Mom laughed.
“When you were a pup, your dad and I had to bribe you for hours to leave. You always kept pestering Snow and Rain.”
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