Grampa fed her lunch and gave him tickles, gramma read him a story and she sat on her lap. Everything brief: lunch, conversation, play, sitting, leaving. They're on their way to the land of eternal springtime to fetch a daughter gone 18 months. We were the lunchtime layover. My mom called it "almost torture" to come and go too fast. We'll take torture if it means a visit from "grompa and grompa" as Lucy says.
We shuffled inside after they pulled away, Seth and I, Hazel in arms...looking up he paused, "I'm sad their gone."