"You George. What brings you here?" Robert asked in a bewildered tone as I walked in glowing like a sunflower in my yellow dress.
"To meet Brownie, where's he?"
"Resting in his room," Robert said quickly and paused. "And . . . I uh want to talk to you about all this."
"Oh, yeah yeah. You being my grandfather and all. What a small world!" I laughed awkwardly, but he didn't laugh, so there was this sad silence which made me want to stab myself. "Okay, we'll talk later."
I turned away and ran upstairs when suddenly, Robert called out, "George!"
"Yeah?" I stopped halfway and looked down at him.
He cleared his throat and said, "You look er . . . nice."
"I know right!" I beamed and my eyebrows knotted in confusion when I could notice the conflict and struggle written all over his face
