“I was on a roll.” Po Po stuck out her bottom lip. “I need to find a new hobby, especially since you won't let me sleuth with you. Something to keep my mind sharp. Staring at the hair growing out of the mole on my big toe is not working for me.”
Raina laughed as she backed out of the parking spot. “You don't have a mole on your toe.”
“How would you know? When is the last time you looked at my toe?”
Raina glanced at her grandma’s sandal and open-toed boot. “I can see your toes from here.”
Po Po harrumphed and crossed her arms.
Raina softened her voice. “What's going on? Why this sudden decision to move to Gold Springs without discussing it with anyone? I thought I was your favorite granddaughter.”
“As if I can pick a toe to be my favorite.”
“I’m the one with the toe ring.”
Raina glanced at her grandma's mulish expression and decided to wait her out.
