Wren's POV"I kissed a boy, Grandma."The venison stew on the stove had been bubbling for twenty minutes and Grandma was supposed to be resting but she was sitting at the kitchen table in her house robe with her reading glasses on her head and her full attention on me instead. She was not resting as much as I would have wanted her to, but thank goodness she was on her feet today. I didn't get any reply from her. What is happening to my grandma?“Grandma, I said I…”“I heard you, Wren…” She put her cup down slowly and she cleared her throat.“Oh, and I thought you had disappeared,” I chuckled nervously."Which boy," she said flatly."It doesn't matter which boy… I just kissed a boy,” I tapped the pot, as if to drown the thought that I might have made a bad decision telling her. "It absolutely matters which boy, Wren Reyes, sit down and tell me which boy,” now she was looking me dead in the eyes and I was tapping the pot faster. “Wren don't break my pot, it is ceramic!”“Okay! Okay!”
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