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“Cord, I’ll see you later, so we can finish our
talk.”
    “Take care, Marcella.” He shook his head as he saw the
female walk away, swaying her hips. It would probably take an act of the Great
Spirit to get her to see there was no future for them.
    Once the two precocious ladies had taken up the seat
Marcella had vacated, he sat and resumed eating. He knew his grandmother and
Genma wouldn’t need any prompting to speak.
    “Cordy-bear—”
    “Nanaaa…” he growled, at thirty plus moons old, his
grandmother still wouldn’t stop calling him by his childhood nickname.
    “Okay, okay. Sweetheart, you know that since Genma and
I don’t have any grandcubs…” She allowed those words to hang in the air.
    Genma lowered her head and shook it slowly as if the
thought of her not having small ones to spoil was depressing.
    Biting a healthy piece of bread, he rolled his eyes.
This must be good if they were starting with a guilt trip.
    “We’ve decided to go away for a few days this week,”
Octavia continued.
    “Nana, everyone loves your wicker baskets. You’re not
going to sell them this year during the festival?”
    “Your sisters have agreed, since they have another year
before they can participate in the run, they will man my Bjorn Basket tent.”
    He chuckled as he lifted his glass of honeyed tea and
took a swallow. His sisters were all about the festival events and making sure
they riled up all the Were-males their age, flirting. It was doubtful that the
two girls volunteered willingly. However, he knew better than to contradict his
grandmother.
    “Lola Shardik has agreed to sell my muffins with her
honeycombs,” Genma explained. “So, no one will even miss us.”
    “Not likely,” he commented and pushed his empty bowl to
the side. “What do you all need from me?”
    His grandmother looked at Genma and Genma returned the
look. It was full of secrets and a deeper level of communication. If they were
Were-male and female, he would have believed they had a mindlink going on.
    Pulling a napkin out from the dispenser he wiped his
mouth, using the moment to cover his smirk.
    “I need some repairs around my house. Odds and end
things done to my yard,” Genma explained. “Winter flowers planted.”
    “Not forgetting the re-soiling and fertilizing of your
garden for those awesome winter vegetables,” Octavia added.
    Genma looked at her and smiled. “Oh, thank you. This
year I’ll probably plant beets, carrots, some parsnip, maybe fava beans and
brussel spr—”
    “Ladies… ladies, can we please get to what you need?”
Cord ran his hand over his head, knowing that these two ladies were anything
but tangential. Everything they did had a plan and purpose. They were too sharp-witted
for normal elderly babbling.
    “Sorry, dear.” His grandmother reached across the table
and patted his hand. “Anywho. We were wondering if you could take care of it
while we were gone.”
    “During the festival week?” For a moment he was willing
to take back all his thoughts about these two women being incisive.
    “I know it’s a no work week, but it would really mean a
lot to me to have it done. Then I can start my planting when I return.” Genma
took hold of his other hand.
    Looking from one woman to the other, one black with a
short silver twist in her hair and the other white with wheat blonde locks cut
in a bob below her chin, as they gave him puppy dog eyes, Cord shook his head.
Pleading eyes from these two meant trouble.
    Unable to refuse them anything, he nodded. “Fine. Fine.
I’ll take care of it. I wasn’t planning to do much around the festival anyway.”
    “Fit it in when you can.” Genma patted him then moved
her hand away. “I’ll have lots of muffins inside for you. Heavy on the
honey-glaze, right?”
    He cocked a smile at his grandmother’s best friend.
Genma knew him too well. “Yes, ma’am.”
    Their job done, his grandmother slid from the bench
first, followed by Genma.
    Needing to get back