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Since when had he become Grady instead of Captain Walker? “No, thanks,” I answered. “It’s pretty crowded in here, but he usually sits in the corner over there by…oh…my…God!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Granny followed my gaze and gasped. “Why that little floozy. She stole my idea!” Granny shrieked and then pushed her way through the crowd with me hot on her heels to make sure no more scuffling occurred.
“Gertie, fancy seeing you here,” Fiona purred, wearing a designer dress, with naturally tanned legs and normal-looking toes. A towering lemon meringue pie perched on the table in front of her. She sat on one side of the captain, and Granny plopped down on the other side of the captain. I nabbed the last seat across from him and between the two women.
His full-sized pan pizza had been devoured. Wow, he sure has an appetite, was all I could think as I stared at the size of the pizza. His gaze met mine with apleading, helpless look, distracting me. I gave him a look back that said, Welcome to my world .
“Fancy that, indeed,” Granny responded to Fiona. “You always carry around a pie with you?”
“Well, you obviously carry around cookies with you.”
“My daughter’s best friend owns this place. I was bringing her a plate of cookies in celebration of her engagement.” Granny shot me a look that said mum’s the word on bringing the cookies for the captain.
“Speaking of grandchildren,” Fiona said, then leaned in closer, “all six of mine are married and successful and live in big beautiful houses.” Her eyes cut to mine in a sheepish but determined look that said, All’s fair in the battle of the bakeoff.
No words were necessary.
She was basically pointing out the obvious: I, Granny’s only grandchild, was single, didn’t hold a “real” job, and lived in an ancient, run-down, haunted monstrosity. But I was okay with that. I loved my life.
Except for this past week, anyway.
Bernadette chose that moment to walk out of the ladies’ room and head back to the captain’s table… her table. She stopped short when she saw all of us. “Wow, what a nice leaning tower of Fiona. Interesting meringue there, Ms. Atwater.”
“Why, I—”
“And Granny, I see you brought your cookies as usual. Not that they’re boring, or anything. Sometimes less is more.”
“Of all the—”
“Yes, well, if you’re ready, Grady. I don’t much care for the atmosphere here. Let’s go back to my place for some real dessert.”
The captain took one look at Fiona, another at Granny, and then gave me an apologetic smile as he bolted to the door, taking Bernadette by the arm and leading her outside toward his car.
“Look what you did, you nincompoop,” Granny snapped. “Scared him right into the competition’s arms. She’s a shoo-in for sure now.”
“Me?” Fiona shrieked. “You were the one who scared him half to death with your horrible driving in that hearsemobile.”
“I was in a rush to give Jo her cookies, that’s all.”
“Right,” Fiona said.
“That’s right. Everyone loves my cookies,” Granny added. “And Frank loved them the most.”
“Yeah, well, Phillip loved my lemon meringue pie more than anyone.”
“Then I have nothing to worry about,” Granny leaned across the table, “considering he left you.”
Oh, no, you didn’t, Granny, I thought as Fiona gasped, gave me an accusing look, and then proceeded to throw her pie at Granny. Of course Fiona’s aim was off, and it landed in my face before she stormed out of Smokey Jo’s.
Why was it every time these two got together, I wound up a mess? I licked my lips and couldn’t deny the pie was really good. With a shrug, I winced at Granny as I said, “If I were you, I’d start worrying.”
“Ooooh, that horrible bakezilla! I’ll beat her if it’s the last thing I ever do,” Granny said, grabbing her belongings from my knapsack and huffing back to her car, limping all the way. She slapped the
Since when had he become Grady instead of Captain Walker? “No, thanks,” I answered. “It’s pretty crowded in here, but he usually sits in the corner over there by…oh…my…God!”
“What? What’s wrong?” Granny followed my gaze and gasped. “Why that little floozy. She stole my idea!” Granny shrieked and then pushed her way through the crowd with me hot on her heels to make sure no more scuffling occurred.
“Gertie, fancy seeing you here,” Fiona purred, wearing a designer dress, with naturally tanned legs and normal-looking toes. A towering lemon meringue pie perched on the table in front of her. She sat on one side of the captain, and Granny plopped down on the other side of the captain. I nabbed the last seat across from him and between the two women.
His full-sized pan pizza had been devoured. Wow, he sure has an appetite, was all I could think as I stared at the size of the pizza. His gaze met mine with apleading, helpless look, distracting me. I gave him a look back that said, Welcome to my world .
“Fancy that, indeed,” Granny responded to Fiona. “You always carry around a pie with you?”
“Well, you obviously carry around cookies with you.”
“My daughter’s best friend owns this place. I was bringing her a plate of cookies in celebration of her engagement.” Granny shot me a look that said mum’s the word on bringing the cookies for the captain.
“Speaking of grandchildren,” Fiona said, then leaned in closer, “all six of mine are married and successful and live in big beautiful houses.” Her eyes cut to mine in a sheepish but determined look that said, All’s fair in the battle of the bakeoff.
No words were necessary.
She was basically pointing out the obvious: I, Granny’s only grandchild, was single, didn’t hold a “real” job, and lived in an ancient, run-down, haunted monstrosity. But I was okay with that. I loved my life.
Except for this past week, anyway.
Bernadette chose that moment to walk out of the ladies’ room and head back to the captain’s table… her table. She stopped short when she saw all of us. “Wow, what a nice leaning tower of Fiona. Interesting meringue there, Ms. Atwater.”
“Why, I—”
“And Granny, I see you brought your cookies as usual. Not that they’re boring, or anything. Sometimes less is more.”
“Of all the—”
“Yes, well, if you’re ready, Grady. I don’t much care for the atmosphere here. Let’s go back to my place for some real dessert.”
The captain took one look at Fiona, another at Granny, and then gave me an apologetic smile as he bolted to the door, taking Bernadette by the arm and leading her outside toward his car.
“Look what you did, you nincompoop,” Granny snapped. “Scared him right into the competition’s arms. She’s a shoo-in for sure now.”
“Me?” Fiona shrieked. “You were the one who scared him half to death with your horrible driving in that hearsemobile.”
“I was in a rush to give Jo her cookies, that’s all.”
“Right,” Fiona said.
“That’s right. Everyone loves my cookies,” Granny added. “And Frank loved them the most.”
“Yeah, well, Phillip loved my lemon meringue pie more than anyone.”
“Then I have nothing to worry about,” Granny leaned across the table, “considering he left you.”
Oh, no, you didn’t, Granny, I thought as Fiona gasped, gave me an accusing look, and then proceeded to throw her pie at Granny. Of course Fiona’s aim was off, and it landed in my face before she stormed out of Smokey Jo’s.
Why was it every time these two got together, I wound up a mess? I licked my lips and couldn’t deny the pie was really good. With a shrug, I winced at Granny as I said, “If I were you, I’d start worrying.”
“Ooooh, that horrible bakezilla! I’ll beat her if it’s the last thing I ever do,” Granny said, grabbing her belongings from my knapsack and huffing back to her car, limping all the way. She slapped the
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