Chapter 11

“I always make chocolate chip pancakes the first morning Zoe comes to stay.” Joan scowled at her grandson. “I don’t see why tomorrow should be any different.”

“Actually, umm…” I hopped from one foot to the other, feeling a little awkward. “I haven’t eaten all day.”

“Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Joan gasped. “You go and get comfortable, and I’ll make you a sandwich. Is cheese okay?”

“On top of being against pop grandma is also a vegetarian,” Mathew warned me as though it was a bad thing.

“I would have gone vegan years ago if not for my cheese.” Joan chuckled, and I couldn’t help but smile. I was beginning to like her more and more by the minute.

“Cheese is fine.”