"William?!" Grams said. I hadn’t even heard her approach. "I know you." What? I looked between Grams and William, suddenly feeling very confused. "Do you know each other?" "I can explain," William said. "This man sits with me at the bus stop on Wednesdays," Grams said. "You know, for bingo night. Our schedules always aligned, and we’d sit together."
william 🥹 you sneaky bastard
