I’m finishing the hem when Nan says, “Your grandfather was my closest friend, aside from Joyce.” “I know,” I tell her. “I remember how you were together. You were always laughing when Grandpa was around.” Her eyes glisten. “I knew I’d never fall in love again, but I do miss the connection we had. I miss having him here to laugh with.” “You can laugh with me.” She puts her hand over mine. “And I’m grateful for that. Having grandchildren is a truly special thing, but it’s not the same, of course.” I nod, and she studies me. “When I see you and Charlie together, it reminds me of myself and your
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