Derry’s POV.
We arrive in Doranna’s garden and Mickey surges ahead to see Gran.
“Mickey wait,” I say, reaching out to pull him back.
“b***h, you are delaying my cookie eating. What's wrong now?” he huffs.
“It’s just… She was really mad at me last night, I’m worried this is not going to be a pleasant trip,” I admit.
“You know she’s always mad, right? I’d be more worried if she was in a good mood. As long as there are cookies ready then she is fine. If there are no cookies, then we can panic.”
“Okay,” I sigh, feeling less than confident.
Mickey opens the front door and I follow behind him.
“Hi Gran,” he calls.
“Oh, so you’re alive?” She grumbles from her armchair.
“Of course I am, I feel just fine. I’m not that easy to kill, you know?” He laughs.
“Is that so? Because you were kn
