Page 9 of The Flyboy's Girl
Grandma Ruby looks first at me and then to Zoey, “What picture?”
Reaching into the box, Zoey pulls out the photo of Grandma Ruby embracing a pilot and hands it to her.
“Oh,” she says as she runs her fingers over the photo, a look of nostalgia settling on her face.
Lying my hand on Grandma Ruby’s arm, I bring her out of her memory. “Grandma, are you okay?”
Looking up at me, she smiles. “Yes dear, I’m fine. I just haven’t thought about Paul in such a long time.”
“Maybe you could tell us about him sometime,” I say as I squeeze her hand.
“Oh, you all don’t want to hear about that.”
“Yes we do,” the girls say in unison.
“Please Grandma Ruby,” Zoey begs. “We’d love to hear about how you two met.”
Looking to me for approval, I nod and she agrees, “Okay, I’ll tell you, but another day.”
I pick up my purse and drape it over my shoulder then gesture for the girls to stand. “Come on girls let’s walk Grandma Ruby down to the dining room on our way out.”
