Chapter 4
The older man hadn’t moved when George walked into the room, but his lined face lit up when he saw Sandy. About thirty years fell away in that instant.
“Sandy girl! Come in here to keep your old great-granddad company for a little while?”
“Hey Greatgrand,” Sandy said, leaning down to hug him. “Thought you’d like someone more interesting than Dad here.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Adam swallowed the pills in one practiced gulp, then took a handful of the crackers Sandy held out for him. “You give us both something to smile about.”
George settled back into his faded and worn recliner, a far less fancy edition than his grandfather’s power chair. Both had been dragged in here from the living room a few years ago when the majority of the Adam Evans Maintenance Operation compressed in
