"I'm fine, but I've made you all worry." Grandma Forrest shook her head and sighed. "My old man is over there all by himself. I wonder if he's lonely."
"We were childhood sweethearts, together for so many years. He just left on his own, leaving me all alone in this world. How could he be so cruel?"
"It's been so many years, and he hasn't even come back to see me once."
"He and the children must be having a good time over there. They're probably forgetting all about me."
As she spoke, Grandma Forrest wiped her tears and quietly lay back down.
Irene Lynch felt a pang in her heart watching this.
"You haven't eaten anything all day. Please, eat a little. The children made it with care."
"How will you have any strength if you don't eat?" Irene Lynch helped Grandma Forrest sit up, tucked a pillow behind her back, and pulled the nearby table closer.
Joanne Chase was a decent cook, and she could whip up a few simple, home-style dishes with ease.
