"Thank you, Dad," Jeanne replied.
Then, she said softly to George, "George, greet your grandpa."
George looked up at Zachary and said obediently, "Grandpa."
Only then did Zachary notice George and size him up. He glanced at the boy a few times, but then he did it again. He found it somewhat puzzling.
Eventually, he asked George, "How old are you?"
"Six years old," George replied.
"The same age as Quinton," Zachary muttered.
George just looked at Zachary, who did not say much either and took a box that Wade had delivered.
Inside the box was a locket. It did not look like it was made of gold, but it looked a little aged.
Zachary held it in his hand, and when he stood up from his seat, everyone looked at him respectfully, watching his every action.
He bent down and personally put the locket on George's neck. He said, "I hope this will keep you safe."
Jeanne was, in fact, a little surprised.
