Grant shrugged.
Then he said something that revealed exactly what he thought of the man standing in front of him.
“You’re one old carpenter working by yourself. What are you really going to do about it?”
Melissa stood nearby, sipping coffee as though she were watching an ordinary conversation.
Then she added the sentence that changed everything.
“Everything’s already installed. It’s not like you can take it back.”
Grandpa didn’t respond.
He simply looked at her.
Then he looked around the room.
He studied the cabinets he had spent countless hours building.
He looked at the shelves.
Then the window bench.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
And then he smiled.
“Okay.”
That’s it.
Just one word.
Grant actually laughed.
Apparently, he thought Frank had surrendered.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Frank calmly packed his tools.
He swept the area where he had been working.
