It took me a couple of days, with Jack massaging me every evening before I was ready to confront grandpa. When I was, I went before dinnertime, but after work hours.
Bettie let me in, like she always did, without comments. I could see the house was almost bare, with most of the furniture gone. Right. Grandpa was going to move, right? To this new house. With me. And, despite my promise to mother, I had completely forgotten about it.
"So, when are you moving to the new house?" I asked Bettie, as I was going towards grandpa's office.
"When you bring your things there," Bettie replied. "Billie is already there."
I nodded, absorbing the new information, and knocked on grandpa's door, entering.
"Hello, Gramps," I saluted him, sitting in the chair in front of him. "We need to talk."
Grandpa
