Janette swung off her Harley in one smooth move, tossing her helmet onto the seat. “Who’s ready for pie?” she hollered, striding into the diner like she owned it. The twenty-year-old waiter froze when she winked at him. “Extra whipped cream, sweetheart,” she said, patting his arm. “And don’t skimp—I’ve got grandkids to impress.” Outside, the rest of the Giggling Grannies roared their engines in approval.
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