Chapter 15
The next week, Travis, Grandpa, and Joy loaded into the Volt, armed with fishing gear. They waved to Angela and Winston.
“Keep the fort safe,” Grandpa yelled out the window.
Joy said, “It’s been years since I’ve gone fishing, but I always enjoyed it. I used to sit so quiet, barely breathing, imagining I’d get fish. I always did.”
“Well, you can imagine for me, too, but I usually got my share.” Grandpa sat in the back seat with Joy, and they held hands. “I like being with you, Joy. You’re a good woman, but there’s something in my little hidden insecurity that makes me think you just feel sorry for me.”
She kissed his hand. “That’s got nothing to do with it. We are in post-apocalypse, but I like you. I love you. You’re a good man, and I’ve always been into older men and boys.
