Even when Dolly heard a car honk, she only glanced over for a moment before going back to devouring her barbecue.

“I’m back, Nana.”

It was Dylan’s voice.

He got out of his car with a bouquet and called out to Grandma May as he walked over. He said, “It smells great. This weather is perfect for a barbecue.”

Winter in Wiltspoon had always been weird. Grandma May did not even want to go outside yesterday as it was too cold. However, the temperature rose that day. It was nearing afternoon, and