Clara Grant stared in a daze at the watch on his wrist. 'So it's actually a phone,' she thought. 'I always assumed it was just a kids' watch. And it has a recording function, too.'
'It's not quite like the kids' smartwatches I've seen in stores. Am I really that out of touch?'
Seeing her silence, Cherie wrapped his arms around her arm and said in a wheedling tone, "Aunt Clara, are you mad at me? I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have helped my uncle with that idea. But at least I could prove he was innocent. Please don't be mad at me. I'll never come up with a bad idea like that again, I promise."
Looking at Cherie's chubby little face and his big, expectant eyes gazing up at her, how could Clara possibly stay mad? She couldn't even bring herself to pretend anymore.
