Grandpa sighed, shifting in his chair. « Your grandmother was always handling things, » he said, his eyes distant. « She was the organized one, always making sure everything was in its place. » I nodded, urging him to continue. « There were some things she took care of that I didn’t ask about, » he admitted, his voice growing softer. « Maybe it was something to do with that. » I pressed, « But do you know what this arrangement was? » He shook his head slowly, a veil of sadness descending over his features. « I don’t know, my dear. She always said not to worry about it, that she’d take care of everything. » It was clear he wasn’t willing to delve deeper, or perhaps he truly didn’t know. I decided to dig further on my own.
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