‘Hi Grandpa’ she greeted and as she headed towards him, she noticed a stony look on his face. ‘Are you okay?’
He sighed, sliding his legs out of the bed, and standing. Attached to an antibiotic drip, he moved towards her, and she sunk into his arms.
‘Are you in pain?’ she questioned, searching his kindly face for the truth. ‘If you are, I could stay tonight? Keep you company?’
‘No’ he said, firmly. ‘I’ll be fine, but not if you cause me to have another heart attack.’
She stared at him, wondering what on Earth he was referring to.
‘Darling Wilma and I, we talk, we always have done. After we hung up on our call, and you left the restaurant, she happened to call me. Imagine my horror when I found out you were working for Bobby Swanson.’
She stepped away from him, and sunk into the visit
