“Excellent,” Nan agrees. “I’d love the recipe.” Charlie beams at my grandmother. “My mom would have been thrilled to hear that.” The twinge in my chest returns, only stronger now. “I think she would have been thrilled you made it,” Nan says. I’m still gushing about the cake when a horn interrupts me. Aaaah-whoooo-gaaaaah! “Oh shit.” Charlie looks at me, wild-eyed. “They’re here.”
