I helped her clean up the table and then retired to my easy chair with the rest of my newspaper.

"Don't be mad at me, Paw-paw," Ellie said, sitting on the couch instead of her usual spot on my lap.

"Mad at you? Oh, Ellie, I'm not mad at you," I answered tossing my newspaper to the floor.

"You seem like you are," she murmured quietly, looking at the floor instead of at me. In that moment, she was no longer a teenage sex goddess, just a confused granddaughter.

"Come here," I opened my arms and gestured to my lap. Only realizing my mistake when I remembered how scantily dressed...