“I love you, Granny.”
“I love you too, my sweet little glass of Lennonade.”
I grinned and hung up, grabbing my jacket and heading out to my car. Before I’d even started the car, however, my sister called.
“Hey, Kady.”
“Hey, sissy.” I secured my seatbelt but didn’t start my engine for the moment. “Where are you?”
Kadance was currently working for an exclusive art dealer in London, but I got the impression she was missing home more with every passing day.
“I’m actually on my way to you.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes. Granny didn’t tell you?”
“She did not,” I breathed out.
Kadance chuckled. “Typical Granny. Keeping all of her secrets to herself. Do you think she’s losing it?”
“Not a chance,” I hissed. “Are you staying with her or me?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Well, do you want me all up in your grill?”
I laughed. “Big sister, you have been gone for two years, I miss your face. Yes, I want you all up in my grill. You’re welcome at mine.”
“So, will you fill me on this man?”
“Oh, my god, Granny told you?”
“Nope, you just did.”
“What?” I squeaked.
“I guessed you might have met someone, so I just threw it out there. Is there really a man?”
“Um. No?”
“Liar. Spill.”
“Granny has a neighbor.”
“And…? Come on, Lenny, fill me in.” So I did and when I was done, she let out a long, drawn-out, loud sigh. “Well, shee-it.”
“Right? Gravy’s going to have a positively apoplectic aneurism.”
“Don’t tell her.”
“I can’t lie to my best friend, Kadance.”
“You’re not lying to her. You’re just omitting some truths until you know if this is going anywhere,” she said. “Go out with the guy. Get to know him. He might be a dick. And if he is, no harm, no foul. If he’s not,then you can break it to Waverly.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know.”
