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The following weekend, Winn and Randy were having dinner at Molly’s house. Gran was there, too. Molly had decided to make a gooey cheesy broccoli casserole. Win had decided to have a glass of white wine this time, while Randy had opted for water, this time seltzer water. “This is quite tasty, Molly,” Win told her. Emma smiled. “Winnie’s right. But I’ve had it before.” “Thank you. It’s nothing fancy.” Molly beamed. “More?” “I’ll have a little,” Win said. As she spooned out more on his plate, she turned to her grandson. “How about you, sweetheart?” Randy patted his stomach. “I’m getting fat since coming back home. I’ve gotta maintain by dancer’s physique.” She chuckled. “Speaking of, have you told Win the good news?” “Good news?” Win asked. “Well—” “Randy has an audition for a sho