“Please bring your green file folder into the library.”

Sam stood up right away, adjusted his glasses with his middle finger, and picked up a clear plastic sleeve full of school certificates.

He walked beside me back through the oak double doors.

Richard was standing near the stone hearth with his hands on his hips while Margaret wiped her face with a folded linen handkerchief near the sofa.

“Grandfather,” Sam said, stopping two feet from Richard with his feet shoulder-width apart.

“My mother said I should show you these school records.”