My Neighbor Knocked in the Rain and Told Me to Take My Granddaughter Across the Street—From His Window, I Watched My Own Son Enter My House
Rosalind scored one goal.
Probably by accident.
Gideon stood and clapped like she had won the World Cup.
She beamed.
On the drive home, she said:
“Gideon is loud.”
“Yes.”
“I like it.”
