“A grandson-trolling nana.”

Serenity defended Grandma May. “How did Nana troll you? Everything she does is for your own good. Tell me. How did she troll you?”

She gave Zachary a tiny shove, but Zachary caught her by the wrist. “Seren, you have not washed your hands after touching the dog. Go and wash your hands. Don’t use your grubby hands of dog fur to touch and push me. You know I can’t stand the fur.”

Serenity was lost for words.

Mrs. Lane said with a smile, “Go on and wash your hands, missus. I made you supper. You can have your supper when your hands are clean.”

The mention of food was enough for Serenity to let her man off the hook this time.

Retrieving her hand from Zachary’s grasp, Serenity got up to wash her hands. While cleaning her hands, she asked. “What did you make me, Mrs. Lane?”

“Your favorite.”

Mrs. Lane gestured for Snowball to retreat to its doggie pen.

Snowball was a smart dog. Knowing that its charms could not rub off on its male owner, it did not