Eventually, the lips give up and it’s time for me to tell him my own story. ‘Grandpa,’ I say, ‘I’m going home. I’m going back to Nashville...’ He raises his eyebrows, but its amusement rather than surprise. ‘Is this for sure?’ ‘It is.’ ‘Well,’ he smiles, ‘It’s about time. You know I’ll miss our visits. Not many people have the time for a man my age. Your mom used to listen.’ We share a moment of silence. He looks at me sideways. ‘You gonna be okay? You know, if you run into the people you might. Jab main new Delhi aaya to main 1 flat liya. Wo flat 10th floor pe tha,aur wahn kewal 2 hi flat the jahan maine flat liya tha. Aur wahan ek dum sunnata rahta tha. Aur wahan jyada koi aata -jata nahi tha. Maine apna saara saman apne new flat main set kiya. Aur bahar lawn main ghumne nikal gya. Jab main bahar ghum raha rha tabhi mujhe mere bagal wale flat main ek lady bahr nikalte hue dikhi. Uski age 32 year ki hi hogi,usne pink colour ki saree pahne hue thi,aur whit clour ki low cut blouse hoga.. "I'll take the girls inside."We went into the FBO office. Looks awfully familiar: Pictures of airplanes. Big planning chart on the wall. Coffee maker. Counter with a few odds and ends displayed.I heard the Continental engine start up, then a burst of throttle, the sound changed directions, dropped to an idle for a bit, then coughed to a stop. Presently, Dan came through the door with the FBO guy. There was the short conversation at the counter as Dan paid for the fuel, then he turned to. I have written this story, but it is Sam’s words and thoughts as he told it to me.As we drove back at Stacy and Tom’s house, Tom and I talked about sports mostly, but our minds were on the girls in the back seats. We could hear them whispering but couldn’t tell what they were saying. I kept glancing back in the rearview mirror to see if I could see what they were doing, but it was too dark. We all walked in the house and Tom told us that he would be right back after taking the babysitter home..