Gillian
At the mention of her grandfather, Alice stiffened in my arms, and then slowly pulled away.
“Are you okay?” I asked, feeling the pang of her anxiety reverberate through my own body. “If you don’t want to see him, we can send him away.”
She took a deep breath, “No,” she stood and squared her shoulders. “No, I think its time for me to meet him.” She was still in her pajamas, which she started shucking off on her way to the closet, giving George and I a fantastic view of her naturally round backside. Already I could think of a dozen other things I’d rather be doing with Alice, rather than going down to meet with Mortem. I pushed off the couch and went to brush out my hair.
George stuffed one more croissant in his mouth before he heaved himself off the couch with a groan. I
