DEACON
The screen door behind us screeched as it opened. Gram came out followed by Emma, who was holding an old leather album, grinning at me with a teasing light in her eyes.
"You were such an adorable little boy, Deacon." She dropped into the chair next to mine and opened the book. "Look at you in your little overalls!"
"Gram," I groaned. "What have we talked about? These pictures were supposed to be burned."
"As if I'd ever do that." Gram patted Pop's shoulder. "Move your arms, Jimmy, so I can sit down."
He obliged, making room for my grandmother to get settled on his lap. I was used to the easy affection between my grandparents-they were never shy about kissing or appropriate touching in front of me-but it still warmed my heart to know that after almost sixty years of marriage
