Chapter 9 — Grandfather’s Reversal — Realization and Remorse
George lowered his pointing finger.
He exhaled a long, heavy sigh that rattled audibly in his chest.
The rigid posture he had held throughout the entire argument finally collapsed.
He looked down at Toby with visible regret shining in his tired eyes.
I am sorry, Toby, George muttered, his voice cracking slightly on the words.
He reached out a weathered hand and placed it gently on his grandson’s trembling shoulder.
I spoke too hastily.
I should have listened to you instead of jumping to conclusions.
Toby wiped his remaining tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.
He looked up at his grandfather with a mixture of lingering hurt and reluctant acceptance.
It is okay, Grandpa, Toby whispered quietly.
George offered a weak, apologetic smile and squeezed the boy’s shoulder one more time.
Paul stood up slowly from his kneeling position on the hardwood floor.
He looked at the scattered mountain of golden kibble still covering the kitchen tiles.
Paul reached over toward the corner where cleaning supplies were neatly stored against the wall.
His hand closed firmly around the handle of the broom and dustpan.