“That was forever ago,” she said. “And he doesn’t need cash anymore. All he does is polish that stupid motorcycle. At least we gave him memories.”
“You left him with a bill he CAN’T pay.”
“He’ll figure it out—he always does. Anyway, we’re at brunch. Bye!”
Click.
I stood there shaking. Then I went back inside, took Grandpa’s hand, and said: