Dylan barely ate during breakfast as he slept poorly last night.

He put all the food in a resealable bag before following Grandma May out.

“Have a drumstick, Nana.”

Dylan passed a drumstick to her. He turned toward Dolly, who sat before the table and had a greasy mouth from eating, and said, “Who’s that girl, Nana? She’s definitely enjoying her food.”

“She’s Dolly. Her parents take care of the garden. I like her a lot.”

Dylan ate the fish Grandma May cooked. He said, “You like every little girl you meet. You even tried to steal Chloe back the last time you visited the Johnsons.”

Grandma May regretfully said, “Our family is just as good as the Johnsons. Even if Clo-clo were to live with us, it’d be a similar environment. Unfortunately, the Johnsons weren’t willing to let her go. I guess Ben was scared that I’d kidnap his daughter. He was at home every day when I visited and kept staring at me.”

“Of course, they wouldn’t be willing. Chloe is their only great-granddaughter. If I