Healy racked his brain, trying to recall the ces, "Border Town, River City, Cloudcrest, and


    Metroville! Those are the four, I think."


    Gerard had a knack for remembering things and quickly memorized the locations. He got up from


    the ground, swung his leg over his motorcycle, and revved the engine, “I’m heading back.”


    Vroom! The motorcycle sped off, kicking up a cloud of dust behind it.


    Kearney scratched his head, "What''s up with Gerard all of a sudden?"


    Healy replied, "I think he''s got his mom on his mind. Those origami cranes he made out of candy


    wrappers have got to be connected to her somehow."


    About half a month ago, Gerard had shown up with several old candy wrapper cranes and asked


    Healy to help him figure out where the candies were made.


    After some digging, Healy found out that those candy wrappers were 19 years old.


    It was a mystery where Gerard had gotten those wrappers from.


    Kearney watched the motorcycle disappear into the distance and sighed deeply, "I heard J is


    soon going to find a stepmom for Gerard. The poor guy''s had it rough."


    Healy frowned, "They''re not seriously considering making Fletcher''s mom Gerard''s stepmom, are


    they?"


    "It''s looking likely!" Kearney nodded affirmatively.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    George chimed in, "If only we could help Gerard out. Fletcher''s mom looks like trouble. If she ends


    up giving Gerard a stepbrother or something, what''s he going to do then?"


    Kearney looked worried, "If only we could do something to help Gerard."


    An idea struck Healy, "Kearney, doesn''t your grandma know Gerard''s grandma? Why don''t you ask


    her about Gerard''s mom next time you see her?"


    "That''s a n!" Kearney nodded, "And it just so happens to be my grandma''s birthday in a few


    days!"


    Meanwhile, on the other side of town.


    Karen spent the afternoon with the Yeager family before taking a ride back home.


    Thinking of Anthea''s beautiful visage, Karen couldn''t help but be smitten once again. She leaned


    towards the driver''s seat, “Baber, let''s swing by where Sherman works on our way.”


    The Christensen Group had a branch in Cloudcrest as well.


    "Of course."


    Karen continued, “Baber, how old are you now?”


    Baber''s temples throbbed, remembering thest time Karen had beaten around the bush in


    conversation, boasting about how beautiful her granddaughter-inw was!


    He wondered what the olddy was going to brag about this time, "I''m 28."


    Karen was taken aback, "28 already! That''s just two years younger than Sherman. Got a girlfriend


    yet?"


    "No, ma’am" Baber replied.


    "Hasn''t your grandma got you a pretty girl yet?"


    "Nope," Baber shook his head.


    Karen leaned back with a satisfied smile, “That figures! No one else would be as concerned about


    their grandsons as I am! So, it''s normal that you don''t have a girlfriend!”


    Baber was speechless. So this was just another boast about herself.


    The car soon arrived at Sherman''s workce.


    Karen got out and headed straight for Sherman''s office.


    "Guess who I just met, you rascal!" she shouted.


    "I have no idea," Sherman replied, bncing a pen on his fingers while clicking away with his


    mouse, instructing his secretary to pour tea for Karen.


    "No sense of humor..." Karen spread her hands in mock despair, "No wonder you''re still single!"


    She was starting to feel sorry for Ann, wondering if she’d eventually be bored to death by this dry


    character.


    "Oh, and I have something to show you."


    Sherman looked up at Karen.


    Karen dug out a scarf with a Peppa Pig pattern from her bag, "Isn''t this scarf cute?"


    Sherman nodded.


    "Can''t you say something?" Karen pped Sherman''s head yfully.