Ian Quincy nodded in agreement, but he paused mid-nod. Cecilia was hardly ever with him as it was; he desperately wished they weren't living apart.
"When he makes me angry," Cecilia Adler said.
The old woman gave a teasing smile. "Saying that for Ian to hear on purpose? Hinting that he'll have to come and coax you later?"
Cecilia's little ploy had been seen through. The tips of her ears flushed red, and her voice became soft and low. "Can't I?"
"Of course you can."
Cecilia's face turned even redder.
Seeing this, the old woman stopped teasing her and said with a smile, "We've been so busy talking. Go on, try the shoes on."
"Oh." Cecilia Adler handed a pair of shoes to Ian Quincy.
She looked down and put on her own pair. They were a perfect fit.
Ian Quincy suspected the old woman had secretly measured his feet; the shoes felt almost identical to his usual pair. "Thank you, Grandma. They fit perfectly."
"You're welcome."
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