Dorothea just stood there, not saying a word. Now that everything was out in the open, she actually felt a little better.
[Dorothea, can you open the door?]
She opened it, though she clearly wasn’t thrilled. Latham leaned against the doorframe, giving her a casual smile. “Garth just told me he misses you. He wants to invite you out for dinner.”
“I didn’t get any invitation from him.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Dorothea’s phone rang.
“Aunt Dorothea! Grandpa gave me some pocket money today. I want to treat you to dinner! Let’s go out together!”
Dorothea couldn’t help smiling at Garth’s excitement. “Alright. Thank you.”
Seriously, who could turn down someone as adorable as Garth?
Latham was just starting to smile when Garth, the little traitor, piped up, “Aunt Dorothea, just the two of us, okay? Latham can eat at home!”
Dorothea glanced up at Latham, who had frozen in place. She tried not to laugh. “You really don’t want to invite Latham?”
“Hmph. Aunt Dorothea, it’s just our date. No Latham!”
“Garth.” Latham’s jaw tightened as he lunged for the phone, but Dorothea was too quick. She hung up before he could grab it.
She shot Latham a smug little grin. “You’re too old to pick on kids. Let him have his fun.”
***
In the end, Latham had to drive them to the mall himself. Garth didn’t hesitate for a second before telling Latham to go home and not bother them.
Latham walked off, jaw clenched.
Garth grabbed Dorothea’s hand, his little fingers warm and sticky. “Aunt Dorothea, can you help me buy something?”
She looked down at him, her voice gentle. “What do you want to get?”
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