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“I’ve seen stores in Europe. Let me guess: it was a small shop?”
“I suppose.”
“I can’t take you to the store in my hometown. Even though we might get lucky and people won’t recognize you, I cannot imagine what you would be like in a Super Target or a Walmart.”
“What’s that mean?” Alex asked, laughing.
“You’d be like a kid in a candy store. You’ll probably ask me to buy everything you see.”
Alex laughed harder and said, “You’re probably right.”
“I can order food for delivery.”
“Can I help you pick?”
“Are you going to ask me to order everything?” Bexley asked.
“Yes,” Alex replied, causing Bexley to laugh.
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“I don’t know how to greet you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s just Alex, Ma’am,” Alex said, giving Bexley’s grandmother a soft smile.
And it warmed Bexley’s heart. They’d been planning on going to Bexley’s house first to drop off their things, order food, and settle in, but her grandmother had called Bexley almost the moment they had landed and told her she smelled gas in the house. They’d rushed over and found the old woman sitting on the porch swing. Alex’s team had gone into the house to inspect it and found that the gas stove had been left on.
“I’m sorry for causing a fuss,” her grandmother said.
“No fuss at all. We’re just glad you’re all right,” Alex replied. “Shall we go inside now?”
“I don’t even remember cooking anything today.”
Hearing her grandmother talk like that made Bexley sad. She knew it was time for her only remaining grandparent to be somewhere where she would be taken care of, and since the woman refused to let Bexley do it, Bexley had to help her move into the assisted living facility.
“Would you like something to drink?” Bexley asked Alex, who was holding on to her grandmother and helping her sit in her old recliner.
“I’m all right,” Alex replied. “Can I getyousomething to drink?” she asked Bexley’s grandmother.
“I have a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge.”
“Let me get you a glass,” Alex said.
“We’ll be right back, Grandma,” Bexley told her, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead.
“She’s really a Princess?”
“Yes, she is,” Bexley said, smiling at her grandma.
“She’s very pretty.”
“Yes, she is,” Bexley repeated.
When she turned around, she saw Alex standing there, looking at her with a surprised smile on her face. Bexley moved quickly past her and into the small kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and looked around, trying to distract herself from thinking of that smile by taking care of her grandmother.
“There’s no iced tea in here,” she concluded.
Alex then leaned down next to her to look as well. She was so close. Bexley swallowed and took a deep breath. So much for that distraction.
