She was amazed at how he managed to not only answer questions about his personal life, but also push the baked goods. At this rate, they’d be sold out before her shift was over. She’d already doubled the price of most of the items and they were still selling out. “Are you back for good?” Pansy Campbell asked Grant when the throng around him had died down. “Yes, ma’am.” Grant’s answers had gotten increasingly shorter as the questions kept flying at him. “Then you’ll need a place to stay, won’t you?” “I’m happy at my folks’ house. I want to be close if my mom needs me.” “That’s the right thing for now, but you can’t stay there forever. Why, you’d have no privacy. That’ll put a cramp in your lifestyle for sure.” “I’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, I’m focused on helping my dad recover.”
