Roxy POV
The afternoon went by fast. I had salads ready for dinner, and everything was in place. I even made an apple pie for dessert.
Then, I tackled the housework. I stripped Grandma's bed, put clean sheets on it, opened the windows to air out the room, made it all fresh for their return, and put clean towels and soaps in the bathroom. I picked some flowers from the garden and put them on the dressing table. I hoped they would still be good when she came home; I wanted nothing left for her to do but rest.
The dinner was fun, and I did not need to cook. The guys did all the work; we even had some corn cobs and potatoes on the fire. It was good. After the meal, I grabbed my guitar and started to strum some music, softly singing. Soon, others joined in, some holding their instruments, an
