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grin spreading across his lined face.
It was clear where Oliver had inherited his eye color. His grandfather’s eyes were green. A deep, solid green like Oliver’s. Not as dark, or as bright. Rather hazy, actually, but I imagined they had been bright years ago.
I remembered that Oliver had his dad’s eyes, and that he looked more like his father than his siblings did. It also made me wonder if we ever had children, if they would inherit their daddy’s eyes. That thought made my tummy drop.
“Grandpa, this is my girlfriend, Laney,” Oliver said as he introduced me to his dad’s father, Samuel Knight.
His grandpa smiled up at me. I smiled back, suddenly feeling quite shy.
He took my hand and patted it. “It is nice to meet you, dear,” he said to me.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I said in return.
Then, while still holding my hand, his smile faded, and he looked perplexed. He turned to Oliver. “Is this the girl you ’ve been telling me about?”
I suddenly felt my own confusion. As far as I knew, Oliver had not seen his grandfather since he ’d been to the area the previous year. There was no way he could have told his grandpa about me considering we had met only a few months ago. With a look, I questioned Oliver.
He only smiled at the two of us and shook his head a little.
Then his grandpa switched gears, saying to his grandson, as if I could not hear him, “She’s lovely.”
I felt myself blush.
“Come,” Oliver’s grandpa said, tugging on my hand, “sit with me.” I took a seat beside him while Oliver sat in a chair placed at an angle on the other side of his grandfather. “I believe you owe me a game of chess. Isn’t that right, Oliver?”
Oliver smirked. He laughed quietly for a moment before responding. “That I do, Grandpa.”
Oliver waved at an orderly, grabbing his attention, and he asked for the game. The orderly dashed off and quickly returned with a chess set. Both Knight men kindly thanked the man.
Oliver began setting up the game on the coffee table in front of the couch. I sat quietly and listened to them chat. They talked about nothing of importance, they just chatted, and they both seemed to light up in the other’s presence. Then they began their yearly game. It was peaceful to watch them play. And I loved being able to see Oliver interact with his grandpa.
His grandfather, Sam (actually Samuel, which was Oliver’s middle name), seemed to think the fact that he was in an elderly care facility was normal, and that his deceased grandson being there was also the norm. I wondered if any of this would click while we were there for a visit. I really hoped that it wouldn’t.
Midgame, Grandpa Sam was winning, and he said to Oliver, “When’s Livie coming?”
Oliver’s eyes met mine for a quick moment, and I saw a hint of sadness touch them.
“She hasn’t been by in a while. I miss her,” his grandfather said.
“Me too, Grandpa,” Oliver said, quietly, as he made his next move.
“What was that?” Grandpa Sam asked.
“Nothing, Grandpa,” Oliver quickly responded. He told his grandfather to take his turn, and his eyes met mine again for a second. “I don’t know when she’ll be by, Grandpa.”
“Oh,” his grandfather responded as he searched the board for his next move. “Well, tell her to come see me soon. Oscar too, I haven’t seen him since…” Grandpa Sam trailed off. He got a thoughtful look on his aged face as he sat back, his weary body resting against the back of the couch. “Oliver,” he said in a tone someone uses as they put pieces of a puzzle together. “What year is it?”
Oliver’s eyes darted to mine. “You know what, Grandpa? I just remembered that we need to get going. Laney and I have an appointment this afternoon,” Oliver lied. He stood. I did too. Grandpa Sam stared up at the two of us, confusion clear across his face. “We’ll finish the game another day, okay?” Oliver said, grasping my hand and taking a hesitant
It was clear where Oliver had inherited his eye color. His grandfather’s eyes were green. A deep, solid green like Oliver’s. Not as dark, or as bright. Rather hazy, actually, but I imagined they had been bright years ago.
I remembered that Oliver had his dad’s eyes, and that he looked more like his father than his siblings did. It also made me wonder if we ever had children, if they would inherit their daddy’s eyes. That thought made my tummy drop.
“Grandpa, this is my girlfriend, Laney,” Oliver said as he introduced me to his dad’s father, Samuel Knight.
His grandpa smiled up at me. I smiled back, suddenly feeling quite shy.
He took my hand and patted it. “It is nice to meet you, dear,” he said to me.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I said in return.
Then, while still holding my hand, his smile faded, and he looked perplexed. He turned to Oliver. “Is this the girl you ’ve been telling me about?”
I suddenly felt my own confusion. As far as I knew, Oliver had not seen his grandfather since he ’d been to the area the previous year. There was no way he could have told his grandpa about me considering we had met only a few months ago. With a look, I questioned Oliver.
He only smiled at the two of us and shook his head a little.
Then his grandpa switched gears, saying to his grandson, as if I could not hear him, “She’s lovely.”
I felt myself blush.
“Come,” Oliver’s grandpa said, tugging on my hand, “sit with me.” I took a seat beside him while Oliver sat in a chair placed at an angle on the other side of his grandfather. “I believe you owe me a game of chess. Isn’t that right, Oliver?”
Oliver smirked. He laughed quietly for a moment before responding. “That I do, Grandpa.”
Oliver waved at an orderly, grabbing his attention, and he asked for the game. The orderly dashed off and quickly returned with a chess set. Both Knight men kindly thanked the man.
Oliver began setting up the game on the coffee table in front of the couch. I sat quietly and listened to them chat. They talked about nothing of importance, they just chatted, and they both seemed to light up in the other’s presence. Then they began their yearly game. It was peaceful to watch them play. And I loved being able to see Oliver interact with his grandpa.
His grandfather, Sam (actually Samuel, which was Oliver’s middle name), seemed to think the fact that he was in an elderly care facility was normal, and that his deceased grandson being there was also the norm. I wondered if any of this would click while we were there for a visit. I really hoped that it wouldn’t.
Midgame, Grandpa Sam was winning, and he said to Oliver, “When’s Livie coming?”
Oliver’s eyes met mine for a quick moment, and I saw a hint of sadness touch them.
“She hasn’t been by in a while. I miss her,” his grandfather said.
“Me too, Grandpa,” Oliver said, quietly, as he made his next move.
“What was that?” Grandpa Sam asked.
“Nothing, Grandpa,” Oliver quickly responded. He told his grandfather to take his turn, and his eyes met mine again for a second. “I don’t know when she’ll be by, Grandpa.”
“Oh,” his grandfather responded as he searched the board for his next move. “Well, tell her to come see me soon. Oscar too, I haven’t seen him since…” Grandpa Sam trailed off. He got a thoughtful look on his aged face as he sat back, his weary body resting against the back of the couch. “Oliver,” he said in a tone someone uses as they put pieces of a puzzle together. “What year is it?”
Oliver’s eyes darted to mine. “You know what, Grandpa? I just remembered that we need to get going. Laney and I have an appointment this afternoon,” Oliver lied. He stood. I did too. Grandpa Sam stared up at the two of us, confusion clear across his face. “We’ll finish the game another day, okay?” Oliver said, grasping my hand and taking a hesitant
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