“Actually, there is a boy, but I’m not sure about him.” “How so?” Grandma asked. “Well, we’ve never really gotten along, and he irritates me like crazy, but when I get close to him, I think I want to kiss him.” Cora grinned. “That’s how all the best relationships start.” “But we can’t stand each other, and I spend half my life wanting to kill him.” “That’s called passion,” Cora said.
