Lyndall was nice. Not at all scary like Grandad said. She had wrinkly smiley eyes and interesting lines on her face, and she liked drawing.
Melanie loved to draw and hoped Grandad would bring her art book from home. Lyndall had brought one with her and coloured pencils and they’d taken turns drawing different things.
Flowers in the jar which Lyndall said were from her own garden.
One of Grandad’s wooden birds he carved.
A drawing of each other.
And then some from imagination.
When Grandad came home he looked sad again. But he put the suitcase on her bed and said to look inside and there was Raymond Bear. And after she cuddled Raymond she cuddled Grandad and then he smiled.
One of her art books was there but no pencils.
‘What’s up, darlin’? Lyndall was putting on her coat to leave.
