By the time Mason arrived at Skyline Galleria, it was half past six in the evening. Barbara was sitting on the bench in front of Zoe’s soon-to-be dessert spot, eating a hot dog Ella bought her.

She saw Mason and told him that it tasted delicious and that he should set up a hot dog joint.

He wasn’t sure if he should be upset or amused. Closing the car door, he walked over to his grandma, crouched, and said in a deep voice. “Do you how many doctors and nurses were searching for you because you