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“This place doesn’t sell it?”

“Not the good kind,” I said. “Do you remember what kind she likes?”

“The kind with the Clydesdales,” Wendy replied confidently. “I only know this because she said she likes Clydesdales. She cried at the last commercial they made about the baby.”

As we made our way through the supermarket, we started to fill our basket higher and higher.

Three-quarters of it wasn’t for dinner or dessert.

They were just things that Wendy had asked for and I hadn’t had the heart to decline.

Fruit chews—the healthy kind.

Brownies from the bakery—the really unhealthy kind.

Pre-made tacos—healthy if you don’t add all the ranch they sent with them.

Chocolate milk.

Little Debbies.

I hadn’t gotten so much junk food since I’d gotten my first paycheck in high school.

I was slightly embarrassed by how much junk I’d allowed when we ran into Janet and Israel.

Our buggies almost collided.

But that had a lot to do with the little girl who screamed at the top of her lungs, “Grandpa!”

I tensed and immediately relaxed when I saw who it was.

Janet glanced down at our spoils.

Her lips twitched. “Glad I’m not the only one that can’t tell her no.”

My freakin’ cheeks flushed. “Haven’t eaten like this since high school. Sadly, I was not one of those people blessed with the type of body that tolerated eating whatever I want. I have to work to maintain.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Me neither. But she’s young. She has a great metabolism. Just find the balance.”

Another box hit my cart.

This time it was a coffee cake.

None of us said anything.

“Where are you going after this, Grandma?” Wendy asked.

“Your grandfather and I are headed to the movies. We stopped for some snacks. You know how ridiculous the prices are for popcorn and candy.”

“Ohhh,” Wendy’s eyes went wide. “Are you going to see the alien movie?”

Janet shook her head. “Nope.”

“The one about superheroes?”

On this went until Israel said, “The one about the natural disaster. Can’t remember the name of it.”

“Tides!” Wendy declared. “I wanted to watch that one. Let me know if the ending is good. Odin and I are shopping for dinner. We’re going to go home and cook together. Then we’re going to have ice cream.”