Grandpa smiled to himself. "I told you to take your time, I just wanted to check on you and make sure you hadn't drowned. But while I have your attention, dinner is almost ready and the fire is going in the guest room. Here's some clothes." He opened the door slightly and placed the clothes on the edge of the sink.<br/><br/>Jess paced around the piano, wondering if she was ever going to get a job. She didn't need to as grandpa had her teaching kids how to play piano. Which was difficult since she wouldn't see and she had never heard of braille music.<br/>Grandpa had foreseen that and gone through the music they had in the house, rewriting the music on one-sided pages and raising the notes by tracing them on the back of the paper. It worked for the teaching part, but she couldn't play and learn.<br/>She heard grandpa's quiet foot steps, and head the soft sigh of the rocking chair as he lowered his body into the chair.<br/>"How's dinner coming, Hun?" He asked softly, rocking the well oiled chair back and forth.<br/>"Only a little longer." She could hear the timer from her room upstairs. "How's Shawn doing?"<br/>Cyrus bounded into the room and skidded to a stop in front of Jess. Reaching down, she picked up the toy he held in this mouth, turned til her back was to the piano and tossed the toy out the open door.<br/>"He's still in the bath." When he said bath he said the a as an o, as if he was from England.<br/><br/>Half an hour laterJess pulled the homemade Mac and cheese out of the over and grabbed three plates and three forks. "Grandpa, can you grab some glasses? I'm going to set the table."<br/>"Yes, ma'am. Knock on the bathroom door, once your done. Let him know its done."<br/>"Okay." She quickly set the table, and went to the bathroom door. "Hey, Shawn, dinners ready. I made Mac and cheese. Come out when your ready."<br/><br/>Sent from my XT1060 using Tapatalk