CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Grandpa pressed a finger to his lips when he stepped inside the house. “Shh! We don’t want to disturb your sister.”
Gabe nodded and closed the door behind them. They settled in his room, Grandpa in the desk chair, Gabe on his bed. A bit curious as to the reason for this talk, Gabe searched his grandfather’s face for a hint. Had he heard about the almost fight at the park? Only if Lindy told him. No frown wrinkles covered the old man’s face, which made Gabe happy, a little anyway. Neither did he smile.
Grandpa rubbed the back of his neck, a habit Gabe sometimes caught himself doing. Who needed a birth father? Even though his grandfather worked a lot and was seldom home, and never had the money to take them to ball games, movies, and such, he won the award for best dad
