"Now if you'll excuse us, Gran and I will be checking on the cookies,"
"Oh how lucky!" I mutter sarcastically.
"She even said I could eat the frosting when we're done!"
"I'm starting to think Gran loves him more than me," I snort leading Coke upstairs, "It's a mess, uh don't mind the mess."
"So what are we going to do now?"
"Not look at baby pictures that's what."
"That's a start."
"We are going to play foosball!"
Pulling at an old white cloth, I reveal the old foosball table.
"I always wanted one as a child!"
"It was my brother's, we gave it to Gran when we stopped using it,"
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What Gave it Away?
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