The old man still preferred the little kid. Ever since Jimmy and the others came in, he kept smiling and teasing little Liam. It wasn't until the little guy yawned that Nia took him out of the living room to coax him to sleep.
Mrs. Valz's smile slightly faded as she said to Jimmy, "Child, push me to the study, please."
Of course, Jimmy didn't refuse. He picked up a small bag next to him and came to Mrs. Valz, "Grandma Valz, Uncle Tom asked me to hand this over to you. He said he can't come here often, so he couldn't come with me."
Mrs. Valz took the bag, opened it, took a quick glance, and nodded, "Is he doing well?"
As Jimmy pushed Mrs. Valz's wheelchair toward the study, he said, "Everything's fine, except for a few more wrinkles. The climate over in Florida is quite nice, and the farm he's managing looks good too."
Mrs. Valz: "That's good. Tell him to come and see me when he has time, and not to worry about other things."
Jimmy: "I'll pass the message along."
