'I'd watch out dear,' warned the elderly woman. Her eyes slanted with concern behind her glasses and her creased forehead glowered at her young grandson's response.
'Grandma, you know I can make the trip back to Summerville by myself every Thursday evening. I can look after myself just as well as a man.'
'It's just, it's only...'
'Don't worry grandma,' reassured Hale. He knew how much his grandmother meant to him, especially after his mother had been brutally murdered. Leaning over the table, Hale peered into the old woman's eyes; a familiar gleam of sadness was visible.
'So, I'll see you…
