By the time Jamie returned home from the coffee shop, dinner was being laid out on the table. Jamie was about to head up the stairs, but Grandma Hattori spotted her as she placed a serving bowl on the table.

"Are you going to join us?" her grandmother called out.

"Depends ... is that something that was frozen and then microwaved?"

Grandma Hattori narrowed her eyes. "I do know how to cook, you know."

Jamie set her backpack down in the hall and headed straight to the table, arriving at the same time her dad and grandfather did. Jamie avoided eye contact with Grandpa Hattori as she sat. She had no interest in engaging with the old man.

"That smells delicious, Grandma. What is it?"

"Your dad's favorite dish: Spam fried rice with pineapple...

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