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me?”
     
    “She prefers bear claws to apple turnovers lately,” Katy says.
     
                “How do you know?” replies Bo.
     
    “I spend a lot of time with her. It will be about five minutes for your order, I have to make a new batch of tea.”
     
    “The quicker the better,” he says, confused and completely unaware of what he had just walked in to.
     
    Bo had no idea how close his grandmother and Katy had grown over the years. He did not know he would have her wrath to deal with in trying to get his grandmother to move into the city. This might just be much harder than he had originally planned.
     
    “She’s beautiful,” Bo thinks to himself as he sits there at the bar, watching her mix the tea and pull out the pastries to warm them up. Just then, Martha Jenkins and Paulette Andrews come through the bake shop doors.
     
    “Oh my heavens! Well, if it isn’t little Bo Brogan, look at you! You must have grown 5 feet since I have seen you last. You’ve turned into such a handsome young man. Isn’t he handsome, Katy?” Martha says.
     
    Katy looks in her direction and gives a little shrug of her shoulders.
     
    “Look at those beautiful green eyes; you look just like your grandfather did when he was your age,” says Paulette. “You’re going to have to come by the shop and let me give you a little trim, my treat.”
     
    “How long are you here for?” asks Martha.
     
    “About a week,” says Bo, “I took a week off of work and I thought I would come down here and see how mammy is doing.”
     
    “Humph,” Katy says under her breath while adding ice to the tea, knowing his intentions all too well.
     
    “Oh well, isn’t that wonderful? I know that will make Viola so happy to see her handsome, successful grandson come for a visit,” says Paulette. “Maybe you and Katy could go out to the theater while you are in town,” she lowers her voice, “and it’s been ages since she’s been on a date, you know.”
     
    A huge smile comes across Bo’s face as Katy pretends she isn’t listening.
     
    “Maybe so,” Bo says, “maybe so.”
     
    “We will have two iced coffees,“ Martha says to Katy, “we are in a hurry to get to the flea market before all of the good stuff is gone.”
     
    Katy quickly makes Paulette and Martha’s iced coffees and sends them on their way. She hands Bo his bag of bear claws and three peach iced teas in a carrying container.
     
    “I only asked for one of each,” says Bo.
     
    “You don’t think I am going to let you go over there by yourself now, do you? For all I know, you could tie her up and throw her in the trunk of your little pink beetle and I would never see her again.
     
    “Besides, she owes me a turkey sandwich,” Katy says with big fat sassy smirk on her face.
     
    “How did you know I drove a pink beetle, anyway?” asks Bo.
     
    “Becky told me. It must take a whole bunk of money to buy a car that fits you so well,” she laughs, “now let’s go!”
     
    Bo rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. “She sure is a beauty, but a bossy beauty,” he thinks to himself, halfway cracking a grin.
     
    “What are you grinning at?” says Katy.
     
    “Oh, just your annoying persistence,” says Bo.
     
    “Becky, I will be back in a while. You should be able to handle it for now, give me a call if you need anything.”
     
    “Aye, captain,” says Becky, giggling to herself as she watches them walk out the door. “Those two are a mess,” she says.
     
     
     
    “So, are we walking or riding in the car?” says Bo.
     
    “Um, well,” says Katy, “seeing as it is two blocks, what do you say we walk? She always gets up when she hears a car pull into the driveway, so she will see you before you get to the door if you drive. This way she won’t see you until she opens the door.”
     
    “Good thinking,” replies Bo. 
     
    “Why are you doing this anyway, trying to get her to move? She is happy here, you know.”
     
    “I just think she