C7 The Mint Julep Murder: Chapter Seven
“Things were busy today. Your smoothies were popular. And that new coffee machine. No one broke it,” Gran said.
It was nice to be home, away from all the chitchat. She set the table as I dished up two heaping bowls of stew. Gran had taken her seat and her head bobbed forward a bit.
I touched her shoulder. “Gran.”
She snorted herself awake. “I wasn’t asleep.”
I chuckled. “Sure. Eat up. Coffee