" Gran is alone, too. I don’t know why I never thought of it before. I think of the last five years, and Gran and Bob living in the same house all that time. I can’t decide if it’s nice or just really sad.

“Why don’t you move to America? You could live at our house! I’m sure Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind.”

Gran nods. “They’ve offered. Problem is, I love it here.” She raises her arms and kind of waves at the trees. “I love the place and I love the people.”

So maybe it’s not sad that Gran lives alone. Maybe it’s a choice. "

― Wendy Mass