Summer With My Granddaughter, Part 2
The next morning I awoke feeling pretty worn out, both emotionally and physically and I immediately wondered how poor Kristy was fairing. I didn’t get a chance to find out until around 11:30 that morning when I was out under the canopy, reading my book, as Kristy finally made her appearance, walking rather stiff kneed down out of the coach. She wore her robe that I had wrapped her in the night before and the look on her poor little face brought a smile to my face. “What are you so amused about,” she said with a sneer in her voice. “Well, good morning to you, too,” I replied. “Oh why thank you, Gramps. Did you have a nice night, too?” I replied to her in jest. She just continued her sneer as she looked …