#Chapter 91: Generous

Fiona When I arrived at the nursing home after work, I went straight in to Grandfather’s room as usual and was happy to find he was still up. “Fiona!” he cried. “My dear granddaughter.” “Hi, Grandfather.” Seeing him smile made me do the same. “What a joy it is,” he said as I approached his bedside. “What a joy to see my lovely granddaughter, and my great-grandchild-to-be.” He clasped my hand, brought it to his cold lips and gave my knuckles a kiss. It was always a nice surprise when he was in a mood like this. Clear, talkative. Positive. And remembering at least some things. “How are you feeling today?” I asked him. “Oh, fine, fine,” he answered. “More importantly, how are you, my dear?” He finally released my hand, and I settled down into the chair beside his bed. “I’m doing well, Grandfather. I worked today and just thought I’d stop by before heading home. I hope my visit won’t keep you up past your bedtime.” I winked at him. He chuckled. “Yes, I am an old man, Fion