KENNEDY
ASMODEUS helped my grandmother into the car, making sure she was comfortable before getting into the driver's seat. I sat in the back with my grandmother, keeping her company as we drove back home.
"How are you feeling, granny?" I asked, placing my hand over hers.
"I'm feeling much better, dear," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. "I'm glad to be going home."
Asmodeus glanced back at us through the rearview mirror, a look of concern on his face. "Do you need anything, ma'am?" he asked my grandmother.
"No, thank you, dear. And please, just call me "Granny". "Ma'am" feels me older than I already am," my grandmother replied, smiling at him.
Asmodeus nodded and smiled before he turned his attention back to the road. We drove in silence for a while, the only sound coming from the
