“Rosemary, call grandma.” Andrew Harris urged.
“Grandma.” Rosemary said with a coy look on her face.
“Good girl, come on, come to me.”
The old lady pulled Rosemary into the seat next to her, her face beaming with love.
“Rosemary, I’d like you to meet Wilson’s good friend Joseph Flower. He has just returned from abroad.” The Old Mrs. Grant took Rosemary by the hand.
Joseph Flower stood up gracefully with a faint smile on his face. He held out his long hand. “Hello, Miss Harris, nice to meet you.”
“Hello, Mr. Flower, nice to meet you.” Rosemary politely extended her hand to greet him.
Joseph Flower nodded to Rosemary, then turned to The Old Mrs. Grant and said, “Mrs. Grant, I have to go.”
“Ok. Drop in more often when you’re free.” The Old Mrs. Grant smiled lovingly and said slowly.
“Okay!” Joseph Flower nodded to Andrew Harris and Rosemary, then turned and walked out the door.
The Old Mrs. Grant pulled Rosemary to sit down.
Seeing that she was nervous, she said slowly, “Rosemary, you don’t have to be so nervous. From now on, we’ll be a family. You don’t have to be too formal. Just do what you always do.” The more she looked at her, the more she liked her.
Rosemary smiled at the old lady. She felt a little better for the titular grandmother, making her want to treat her better in the future.
“Okay, I got it, grandma.” Rosemary replied sweetly.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Savage Love On His Wheelchair