Then Grandpa stood and said, “I think I can go back to sleep. Thanks for baby-sitting me.”
“Anytime.” Travis watched Grandpa get back into bed, and then went to his own. He cuddled next to Winston and cried.
The next day, it rained like hell, but everyone had raingear, and they worked outside at various chores. Grandpa worked at slow speed, but he insisted on being outside. They tended to the winter garden, harvested salad fixings including carrots and Brussel sprouts, and the guys kept working at clearing the new spot of land Grandpa wanted done for the spring.
At dinner, they ate and chatted.
Angela said, “The forecast is for clear and warm weather tomorrow.”
Winston said, “Is that so?”
She laughed. “Of course not. I made it up, silly. Wow, you are na?ve.”
Everyone laughed and chatted about just about everything.
During a lull, Grandpa asked Joy, “Would you be willing to sleep in my bed tonight?”
The table got quiet, and Joy asked, “Is this a platonic or sexual sleepover?”