Next weekend
"Archie, you look so handsome," Grams said as she came into the room on Baxter's arm.
Baxter helped her to a chair. "That's Ryker, Alda. He's your grandson."
My heart ached for a moment. I'd been hoping she would have a good day. A day she'd never forget. I guess it had been a bit of a pipe dream. Dementia didn't discriminate on stealing memories. It eventually stole them all and it was a greedy b***h.
Grams' face clouded for a second. Then her green eyes brightened. "I know my own boy, Baxie. Stop fussing. Go away now." She slapped at the man's arm. "I need to impart some wisdom on him."
I nodded at Baxter. He walked back to the door, but didn't leave. "What's up, Grams?"
She looked up at me. "I can see that you're happy. Which is good. But you need to know that marri
