Grandpa didn't cry for long. Five minutes after I left his office (I barely had time to wash my hands and sit at the table), he appeared, walking briskly, his smile too wide for somebody who had just been crying.
Was he going crazy now?
I hope not. As nice as Billie is, one ill person is enough in a family.
"Are you feeling alright, Gramps?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, way too cheerfully.
He's going to spend the night crying, you'll see.
Why is he behaving like a pregnant woman?
The only time I'd seen a person with so many mood swings was when mother was pregnant. It was very hard on all of us (still worth it, but hard to bear).
I reminded myself of my strategy to deal with mother.
I smiled, nodded, and kept my mouth shut.
It was a family-only dinner tonight. Jack wasn't coming, and
