Zachary responded faintly, “Nana, didn’t you say I’m bad at cooking?”

“You are, but I’m your nana. As bad as your food tastes, I’ll honor you so you’ll have some confidence.”

Zachary was speechless.

Ring, ring, ring…

His phone rang, so he answered it to remove himself from bickering with his nana. He had never been able to win arguments against her.

“Zachary, I’m at the entrance of your neighborhood, but I can’t enter without an access card. Duncan is here too. He said he has been waiti