Roxy POV
After a quick, refreshing shower, I joined Grandma in the kitchen. We had the radio on, and together, we belted out a song at the top of our lungs as we made crumbed chicken and salad for dinner. We were both in a good mood, and I was happy that Grandma could sing again. I missed our impromptu singing times, which could be in the kitchen, making beds, or doing the washing; I think we even had a singing session while weeding. A song would come on the radio, and away we went. We both loved to sing. Grandma had the better voice.
Grandpa entered the hallway, leaned on the kitchen door frame, and joined in on the chorus. His pleasant voice blended well with Grandma's. Vincent was behind him, waiting for a while and watching. I had thought he was too shy to join in, but to my surprise
