He did not ask her to call him Grandpa.

Before we left, he said simply, “I’m glad I got to meet you.”

Harper touched the picture folded in her pocket, hesitated, and placed it on the bedside table.

“This is my family,” she said.

Arthur looked at the drawing.

The four stick figures stood beneath two yellow stars.

“It’s beautiful,” he said.

“You can look,” Harper told him, “but you have to give it back if I ask.”