In the room.
Oliver was helping old Mrs. Horton to the bathroom.
Midway there, she suddenly stopped and looked at him."Do you know why I like Lewis and not you?" she asked.
Oliver was taken aback. "Grandma, what are you talking about? Have you remembered Lewis now?"
Old Mrs. Horton smiled. "How could I ever forget Lewis?"
Oliver stared at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
Realization dawned on him, and he became angry. "So, you've been pretending all this time?"
"Ha!"
Old Mrs. Horton chuckled and let go of his arm. She sighed. "I used to question myself whether it was wrong not to give you and the others a chance for Lewis's sake."
She shakily reached for her cane. "So, recently, I gave you all a chance."
Oliver jumped in. "Grandma, we've been sincere with you. Since you've given us a chance, surely you can tell?"
Old Mrs. Horton replied with a smile. "I can tell you all want me to give you the shares."
