(April’s POV)
Once we got all of that settled Alex and I went looking for my Grandpa. We found him in his study, reading. “Good morning, Grandpa.”
“Good morning, my dear. I thought I heard the lot of you poking about in the gallery again. Your Gran is in the kitchen now fixing up a good hearty breakfast for everyone.” He was definitely a morning person. Winter is like my Dad, and his Dad. Zombies. At least before they get a good strong cup in them anyway.
“That’s kind of Gran, But I was actually hoping to talk with you about something, Pop Pop. Do you have time?” I went to sit by as while I was speaking he had motioned us over.
He was sitting in one of the two arm chairs in the room. Between them sat a small, round table which he kept his pipe and an ashtray on. But with my question h
