“How did you fall in love with her?” the boy asks. Grandpa’s hands land with one palm on his own knee and one on the boy’s. “She got lost in my heart, I think. Couldn’t find her way out. Your grandma always had a terrible sense of direction. She could get lost on an escalator.” And then comes his laughter, crackling and popping like it’s smoke from dry wood in his stomach. He puts an arm around the boy. “Never in my life have I asked myself how I fell in love with her, Noahnoah. Only the other way around.”
