I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

at it for so long I thought she might hand it back.

Instead she touched the corner with one finger and laughed once. Broken little sound.

“I drew this stupid dog because his dog bit me,” she said.

“He kept it,” I told her.

She nodded.

Then she asked me, “Did he hate me?”

“No.”

I didn’t have to think about that.

“No,” I said again. “He missed you.”

She cried continue reading …