By the time we pulled into Grand Central, I wasn’t sure who was more tired, Grandfather or me. For the last thirty minutes, we hadn’t said much. I had been lost in my own thoughts, and now I only wanted to hustle back home on foot. Hopefully Aliya would be there, and I could discuss the case with her.
Grandfather wanted to take a subway home to Flatbush, but I shook my head.
“No way, Zaida, You look exhausted Do you really want to take two trains home during the height of rush hour?”
I prepared for an argument, but Grandfather smiled.
“I shall concede to the accuracy of your assessment.”
We rode the escalator up to street level where taxis were lined up. Before getting into one, Grandfather hugged me and said: “We will both get some rest tonight and reconvene at my office tomorrow mor
