“How do you know I’m blaming myself?” Doc grumbled into Grandpa’s neck. “I’ve known you for a thousand years, babe,” he murmured. “And you’ve always blamed yourself for Jackie’s selfish behavior.” “If she hadn’t lost her mother so young. If I hadn’t—” “Stop,” Grandpa warned. “Or I’m going to get upset, and the next thing I know, you’ll be whipping out the blood pressure cuff.”
