About how, at eight, he had tried to repair the bike himself and spoiled it worse.
About the first day of school.
About the Grandpa of the Kids.
Jack had heard the stories and wanted more.
That’s how the notes appeared.
Every night, the children wrote a question and put it in a tube.
Then they chose one.
Why secretly? I asked.
Emma bites her lip.
Because we wanted to make you a book for your birthday.
I felt my anger was starting to turn into shame.
But there was still the main problem.
And the cigarettes?
Martha lowered her eyes.
There you are right.
“You smoke next to them every night.
- I know.
I asked you dozens of times not to do it.
- I know.
Then why?
Martha didn’t answer right away.
Finally said:
Because I’m an addict, Sarah. Not because I don’t care about my grandchildren.
Then go out.
