Dallie simply watched Grégoire and Loïc at the dining table without a word. Her friend was seated quietly beside her, to her left. At the head of the table, to her right, was her husband and right across from her was his grandson, who obviously wouldn’t take his eyes off her.
“How long are you planning to live with us, hmm, Grégoire?” Loïc questioned him gently, almost nonchalantly.
“Do you hate me living with you, Grandpa?” he asked, dragging his gaze to his grandfather’s face.
Loïc’s eyes gave a hint of a twinkle, if Dallie wasn’t mistaken. “Well, why would I hate that? If you remember well, I’ve been encouraging you to live with me since you left years ago. You don’t have to live separately when this house is too big for just a few people, isn’t it?”
Grégoire took another bite of hi
