Samantha licked the sticky syrup from her fork. “I can see that.” Abby’s eyes widened. “I love pancakes. My mom used to take me out to dinner a lot and I would usually ask for pancakes. We would call it brinner—breakfast for dinner.” “Is your mom my grandma too?” “I’m really not sure…but I don’t think she would mind being your grandma. Although, you may not want to use the word grandma because that would make her sound old and she wouldn’t like that. Maybe you could call her something like Lala.” “I don’t mind calling her Lala. Besides, I already call my grandma…grandma.” Jasmine walked towards the front door and peeked through the blinds. “It’s Javi!” She fidgeted anxiously with the dead bolt. Javi wrapped both arms around Jasmine lifting her feet off the ground. “Mmm…Smells like pancakes.” “You’re just in time. They’re nice and hot. I can serve you some if you’d like.” “I’d love some pancakes.” He walked by Samantha and ruffled the top of her hair.
