The door was slightly ajar, so I didn't knock. Grandpa tended to find knocking more distracting than me entering and patiently waiting for him to pay attention to me. Which is what I did, sitting on the comfy chair I brought to the office and grabbing yesterday's notes off the desk. He was deep in thought, rummaging through his books and folders.
I continued checking the notes, writing the questions I had on the margins. It was never a good idea to distract grandpa when he was deep in thought. It was useless anyway and tended to just anger him.
"No, it's not! You could, with training!" he suddenly exclaimed.
I lifted my head from the notes, puzzled at the non sequitur. What was he talking about?
"Gramps," I said, putting all the notes aside. "I'm sure you've reached a brilliant conclus
