Dairy & Eggs
I didn’t know for sure. But I knew.
And I couldn’t make myself say anything, because what do you say? So I did the only thing I could think of.
I gave my granddaughter your favorite ice cream, and I told her it was your favorite, and I hoped — I hoped so hard — that you’d come to the window yourself one day.”
Ellie, who had been listening with wide eyes, finally spoke.
“Are you my grandpa?”
Walter looked at me — asking permission, the way a man asks who has learned the hard way that he doesn’t get to decide these things.
I nodded.
“Yeah, kiddo,” he said, his voice breaking. “I think I am.”
