Walking over to the pantry I open the door and search through more baking supplies than a damn bakery, searching for the marshmallows. Ah! Finally. They’re nestled in the back behind a shit ton of sugar. Wait. Didn’t Grams send me and Freya for sugar the other day? She said she was out. It dawns on me that my meddling Grams had sugar all along. She wanted to send me alone with Freya and she used sugar as the ruse. Sneaky, sneaky woman.
