Amy collapsed on the dining room chair and waited for the rest to come. As usual, grandpa and Jason came to the room together, as he walked to his seat; he patted her head lovingly which made her smile.
"My ever-present granddaughter," he smiled as he sat.
She was about to answer him when Jeff burst through the door, looking as if he had run a marathon. Amy's mood suddenly turned sour. He took short strides to her and handed her a bouquet of red roses.
"What?" she asked him, not moving a single finger.
"I bought you roses," he said with a huge smile as if he was the perfect husband, which he wasn't, not even close to that. Amy closed her eyes to gather her scattered thoughts.
"Grandpa," she turned to the old man. "Did you teach your grandson that women are his expensive toys?"
The old man gave her a confused look. "My dear…"
