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“Thank you so much.” My voice wasn’t just uneven but downright emotional. I hadn’t been this happy in forever.
Travis joined us a moment later. "I changed your light bulbs, Gran. I used up all your spares, so I'll order you new ones."
"Nonsense. I'll go buy them. There's a small mom-and-pop shop just around the corner. I like supporting local businesses."
"Okay," he answered. "What smells so good?"
"I made apple pie. It's cooling right now, but since you’re all here, I’m going to serve it. Your dad should be done with the generator soon. I’ve got vanilla ice cream too.”
Travis stared at his grandmother. Lena was obviously trying to hide her laughter by looking sideways. I wondered what was happening.
"Sit down. I'm going to bring it out," Beatrice said.
Travis shook his head and sat next to me just as his dad came in.
"Okay, the generator is looking good. In fact, it's looking so good, I have no clue why you wanted me to take a look."
"It's one of her schemes. Don't call her out on it," Lena said in a low whisper.
"What scheme?" Emmett asked looking visibly confused.
"I've made apple pie," Beatrice told him.
He nodded, understanding dawning on his features.
"What's the deal?" I asked Travis.
"That's what Gran does when she wants to question someone. It's her signature dish."
"I heard that," Beatrice said, coming back to the table with a small stack of plates in one hand and the pie in the other.
"Who's being questioned?" Emmett asked.
Beatrice looked at me sweetly and then at Travis. His dad relaxed.
"We were planning on introducing Bonnie to you anyway, Gran," Travis said.
"Yes, I've heard that for two weeks. But you weren't making any concrete plans, so I took matters into my own hands. So, Bonnie, do you like apple pie?"
"I love it," I exclaimed.
