“Fine. I apologize.” Gustav took a slow breath, looking ahead with dignity. “I am sorry I said those things. There is more to hospitality than feeding my guests, there is how one actually treats them. I am not...” Gustav cleared his throat with a light tap on his chest. “Well. I am unaccustomed to being accommodating. Lack of practice, you see.”
“Yer not used to being friendly’s what it is. And compassionate, and all the rest,” Sprinkle said, finally beginning to wind down. “All things gramps was the best at, by the way.” The way Sprinkle’s voice cracked at the end there betrayed his true emotions, and the actual reason behind his anger.
Jack realized that as much as he knew his grandmother, Sprinkle seemed to equally have known his grandfather. Jack considered the fact that Sprinkle had
