Page 119 of Craving Francesca

I shuddered, and she laughed.

“She’ll be good for you,” she said, wrapping her arm around my waist as she pushed me toward the kitchen. “You’ve always been too serious for your own good.”

“I have not.”

“Grayson brought a girl home,” my Grandma Farrah teased. “Will wonders never cease?”

“I’m just glad it’s a good one,” Grandma Brenna said with a wink as she passed us.

I leaned against the counter while my mom stirred something on the stove.

“I wonder if she’d let me have a go at her hair,” Grandma Farrah joked as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“Mom,” my ma groaned.

“What?” Grandma Farrah asked flippantly. “She’s got good hair. I would’ve killed to make my hair look like that when I was her age.”

“You should’ve dyed it,” my mom replied, looking over her shoulder.

Grandma Farrah laughed. “The blonde would’ve been easy to cover, but the volume? Shit. Not even on my best day. Gray’s kids are going to have good hair. And that skin? Fuck me.”

“Could you stop?” my mom hissed, glaring at her mother in exasperation.

“No, I cannot. It’s one of the benefits of old age, I can say whatever the fuck I want.”

“Oh, please,” Mom said, spinning around. “Like you haven’t always said whatever thought pops into your head.”

“That’s true.”

“Gray doesn’t need to worry about kids yet.”

“He’s not getting any younger.”

“They just got together. Give it a rest.” My mom’s head turned toward me. “You don’t have anything to tell me, right?”

“Nope.”

She turned back toward Grandma. “Could you please behave yourself?”

“I’m just saying all the things she won’t,” Grandma Farrah told me with a sly smile. “But if I say it, and she scolds me, then I look like the nosy one.”

“That is not true,” my mom shot back, eyes wide.

“Do you need me here?” I asked, gesturing between them. “Seems like you could’ve done all this without me.”

Grandma laughed, and my ma let out an exasperated sigh. The two couldn’t have been more different.

“Hey, baby,” I called as Frankie wandered in. “Harper let you go?”

“I escaped while she ran to the bathroom,” Frankie joked. “Hey, Farrah.”

“You can call me Gram now,” Grandma replied.

“Uh, okay,” Frankie mumbled.

Grandma rolled her eyes. “If you’re going to be with one of my favorite boys on the whole planet, you deserve the honor. Plus, I like you.”

“Stop harassing Frankie,” Ma ordered as she went back to the stove.

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