Joe POV
When all had done, I looked at grandpa. Tears went slowly on his cheek. When he looked at me, he said, "Joe, let's go."
"Yes," I said when I looked at him and when he smiled, we walked slowly out. When I looked at him, reporters had come. When I looked at them, I said, "no comment."
"How are you feeling about all?" most reporters said, when I was saying. When I looked at them, I said nothing, but I walked thanks to the security that had come and let us have passed. When I looked at grandpa he said, "we will need to talk about this."
"Yes. When all will end. Then we can have a press conference. I don't want to talk when emotions are ongoing," I said, and when grandpa looked at me, he said, "you like your mother. She always thought about the future."
"Oh," I said, and when he smiled, we come to the car. While there, I could see that reporters were following us. When I looked at grandpa he said, "so let's go."
