Late For DinnerChapter 30
"How's my little grand daughter?" the silver-hared man roared as he picked Kathy up in his massive arms. "Just, just fine, Grand Dad," Kathy tried not to shake. "Mommy didn't tell me we were expecting --" "You weren't," Grand Dad laughed and spun the started blonde around. "I was flying back from Washington and just decided to check in." He sat Kathy down and pulled her T-shirt over her head. "My, my," he admired the girl's budding form, "you're really going to be...