“Brody told me weeks ago that the sky would fall before you accepted cattle as pets, but don’t think I didn’t notice the extra chunks of apple you slipped her earlier,” Anna teases. “Is that where all my apples went?” Grandma asks, slipping onto the porch from inside. She pins her husband with a glare, but it’s harmless. “Come to think of it, they’ve been going missing for quite a few days now.”
