After class, I went to see grandpa again. We hadn't discussed everything yet, but we had made peace with each other. Now was the time to discuss the nitty-gritty details of how we'd handle everything.
I knocked, but nobody answered. I tried pushing the door, and it opened. I came in, noticing the place had even less furniture than it had yesterday. I went towards grandpa's office since that was the place where he spent most of his time at home. He was there, packing his files into boxes.
"Hi, Gramps," I said, quickly assessing the situation. It seemed like I packed most things, and he was just organizing the files into the few leftover boxes. The drawers of his desk were out and emptied. The artifacts that littered his desk space, were visibly absent; I noticed a few of the boxes had not
