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himself from his conversation and picked his way across the yard to us.
    “Everything okay?” he asked, still smiling.
    “Oh yes,” I said. “I just…I really wanted to thank you for this, Devon. This is so wonderful to be here. I never would’ve thought this would be possible.”
    “You’re having a good time?” he asked. “I understand that you really didn’t want to come.”
    “I never imagined that it could be this good,” I confessed. “I don’t know. Everything just happened so fast that I guess I didn’t know what to expect.”
    “I’m really glad you all came,” he said. “I wanted to come back here because of how amazing it was the first time, but I suppose I didn’t know just how much more amazing it would be if I could share this experience with you all. I’ve always wanted to take someone here.”
    Devon was really close to me—or I was really close to him—and it scared me a bit that I cared so little. It was nice to have him so close. I liked this. But then I realized that I was making eyes at him with my grandmother sitting right next to me, so I scooted away.
    “It’s a magical place,” I said. “Don’t you think, Nana?”
    “Uh-oh,” Devon remarked. “Looks like she crashed out.”
    She was snoring, her mouth open in her classic pose.
    “Oh,” I said, then laughed. “It’s been an exciting day for her. I’ll wheel her back inside.”
    As soon as I unlocked the brakes to her wheelchair, she jolted awake.
    “What’s going on?” she asked.
    “You fell asleep at the party, Nana,” I told her. “I’m taking you inside so you can be more comfortable.”
    “Lord,” she remarked. “I haven’t passed out cold at a party since well before your time.”
    “Okay, Nana.” I laughed, filing that piece of information away in the part of my brain I liked to label “things I didn’t care to know about my grandmother.” Every single one of her leers resided there.
    “I guess I overdid it with the rum and sodas,” she explained.
    “Well, you’re wiser, now,” I told her. “And today’s been a big day. I’m even thinking about going to sleep.”
    “Nana, I thought you said you wanted another cocktail,” another partygoer said, approaching us with a red cup full of soda and ice. “I made this one extra strong, just like you asked me.”
    “Whoops,” Nana commented.
    “You mean you’re drinking rum and sodas right now?” I screeched, outraged. How could I have missed this? We were sitting right next to each other. Was I really so distracted by the food and revelry—and the sight of a happy, relaxed Devon—that I didn’t notice my own grandmother getting lit beside me?
    “We’re on vacation,” she offered.
    “Nana, Milo is going to murder me,” I said, pulling her out and away from the table and wheeling her around toward the cottage. “If he doesn’t murder me, he’s definitely going to murder you. Alcohol is the number one worst thing you could have on your diet.”
    “His job is to keep me alive,” she said dismissively. “He’s not going to murder me. Definitely not if he never finds out.”
    “He’s going to throw me in jail for letting you do this to yourself,” I told her, rolling my eyes at Devon, whose shoulders were shaking with barely repressed laughter. “Is that what you want, Nana? For your granddaughter to spend the rest of her life in jail because of elder abuse?”
    “I’m not abused, I’m buzzed,” she argued, and Devon guffawed so loud, it momentarily drowned out the music.
    I tried to glare at him, but I had to laugh, too—albeit behind Nana’s back so she couldn’t see me.
    “You’re not going to be so buzzed when Milo says you can’t follow the rules,” I told her, wheeling her away from the party and into the relative quiet of the cottage, carefully negotiating the handful of stairs.
    “I’ll do extra exercises in the morning,” she said. “I need to have fun every once in a while. You’re the one who told