children call him Grandpa Walter. Not to his face, because they’re afraid he’ll think they’re being silly.”
I saw a faint smile cross Walter’s face.
“But every evening, they set five places at our table. One for me, three for them, and one for him.”
“They call me Grandpa?”
Sarah nodded.
Walter covered his mouth.
“I thought they only wanted me there because I brought them things.”
“Walter, they were saving you a chair before you ever brought us groceries.”
Sarah shook her head.
“We needed those groceries, Walter. I’m