My mood ruined, I didn't go out after class, coming back home instead. Grandpa, who was in the living room, reading a book with Billie (who was paying attention, for once; it seemed like his cognitive abilities were improving every day), raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't it a bit early for you to come?" he asked, as I headed for the bookshelves, ready to pick up some silly adventure novel (one with swords and magic, and lots and lots of fighting).
"Something happened," I said, shrugging, heading for the sofa, sitting beside Billie. "Wasn't in the mood for drinking."
His gaze expressed concern, but he made a gesture, pointing at Billie. He didn't want to talk about it now. I nodded.
"Anyway," I said, "keep reading. I'll also read something."
He nodded and continued reading. It was a children
