He had just arrived, his hands freshly washed with soap, and happened to overhear the warm exchange between his old wife and his grandson-in-law. The sight amused him, though he tried to act stern, pretending to be dissatisfied as he crossed his arms and pouted like a sulking child.
Of course, Grandma Aldens saw right through him. With a playful smile, she gave his shin a light kick under the table. "Oh, stop it, you old man," she said, shaking her head in mock exasperation.
Because of their playful exchange, everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere around the table grew lighter and more cheerful. As the feast began, the earlier hesitation and shyness melted away, replaced by warm smiles and the comforting sound of chatter.
Duke, as always, devoted his attention to Kisha, making sure she had everything she needed, peeling shrimp for her, and filling her plate with her favorite dishes. Seeing this, Grandpa Aldens seemed to take it as a silent challenge.
