Chapter 88
True to her word, there was a knock at my door about twenty minutes later. Clearing my throat and wiping my tear streaked face, I checked the peephole before swinging to door open and letting myself be enveloped in my grandma's tight embrace. She cooed sweet words in my ear while stroking the back of my head before leading me towards the couch once again. I had to laugh when she handed me three slices of her famous triple chocolate mousse cake. This stuff could end wars, I swear.
"I heard what that little fuck did." She started off, causing me to choke on the bite I had just taken. My grandmother was a lot like my mom in the sense that they both had vocabularies in which curse words didn't exist, it seemed like.