I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

Walter had noticed that too.

Of course he had.

“Your mother raised you right. You always wiped your shoes before coming in. You never left my sink dirty. You laughed at my war stories even when I’d told the same one twice. Sometimes three times. You brought me peach pie on my birthday and lied badly about it being store-bought. It wasn’t. The crust gave continue reading …