Anderson turned reluctantly, plastering a polite smile on his face. His grandmother, Eleanor Denfield, swept into the room with the energy of someone half her age, her floral dress swishing around her. Despite her petite frame, her presence filled the room. “Grandma,” Anderson said, stepping forward to meet her halfway. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”“Clearly,” Eleanor said with a knowing smirk, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, haven’t you? Naughty boy. ”Anderson chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to his father, who was still seated with an amused expression. “I’ve been busy, Grandma. You know how it is.”“Busy, my foot,” Eleanor scoffed, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length to inspect him. “You look thin. Are you eating properly? And why haven’t you called your grandmother to say hello?”“Grandma, I’m fine,” Anderson assured her, shifting uncomfortably around her “I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”Eleanor’s sharp eyes narrowed. “
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