~Grandma Sugar The sky darkened as we walked toward the council meeting. I looked up and realized a huge plastic dome covered the entire complex. Rain pelted the roof, but inside it remained dry and warm. Michael noticed my interest. “That dome makes living outside in northern England ever so much more enjoyable.” Leah and Ryan walked just ahead of us, and overheard our conversation. “Michael designed it. He’s a genius,” said Leah. Michael actually blushed, and I gave his hand a squeeze. “Is there anything you can’t do?” “I can’t cook,” he said, rubbing his chin, “and I’m a terrible dancer.” “Well, I can cook.” “I know. I sampled your brownies.” “Sample them anytime, big boy,” I said with a wink, enjoying his befuddled reaction to my teasing. “I can’t dance either. That’s why I chose mixed martial arts as my talent for pageants.” Michael came to a dead stop.”You beat people up at a beauty pageant?” He bit his lip to keep from laughing.
