It is dawn; the temperature is in the fifties. I sit by the fire pit on the deck, reading the paper, drinking coffee and waiting... Genna sneaks up behind me and switches on the garden fountains, then pops out with a grin. I fix hot chocolate and wrap her in Grandma's fleece. We sit by the fire. We have an hour alone to discuss everything that a grandfather and a seven-year-old granddaughter should discuss.
Too soon, she will be gone.
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