Chapter 4“Even more bulletproof pills?” the woman asked as soon as she spotted Chandler in the lobby. “Or has a week passed without me realizing and you’re back at it again?”
Chandler smiled—genuinely smiled—as he pulled in the rest of his crate into the retirement home. He met the older woman’s gaze. “No, no. I’m back with something new today. Some powder.”
“Powder? What makes you think we will want some powder?” She raised a brow, clearly in a challenge. “Is it because you think none of us have teeth? I’ll tell you what, young man, these chompers are my own.”
“Of course not. Just let me see if I can change your mind, though.”
Since Chandler had not actually cleared his presentation with the staff at the nursing home, there was no one at the front desk. His pressing of the front buzze
