Annabeth crossed impatient arms, apple cheeks drawn-out. “I can do it myself.” At five, she knew everything. She had the fashion sense of a diva, and precise ideals. Her trademark: blonde hair cut short at the back and longer at the sides. At the moment, it rose like a tangled mulberry bush.
“Grandma, I’m coming in a minute.”
“You’ve overslept. Mommy will be home for lunch soon and you haven’t even had breakfast.”
“I know that.”
Hugs and kisses ensued; the dog barked.
“Come, Grandma’s set out lunch.”
“I didn’t eat breakfast yet.”
“That’s okay. I won’t tell.”
Annabeth giggled into her cupped hands. “That’s backward. Breakfast comes first.”
“Fine. Have cereal then.”
“See you later. Eat up or no snacks until supper.”
She nodded. Candid blue eyes blinked once.
“Grandma, I’m hungry.”
“What did Mommy tell you?”
“It’s not me. It’s my stomach. It wants food.”
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