In his right hand was his familiar hickory cane.
Instead of joining us in the bleachers, he walked directly toward the seniors gathering near the court.
Kaylee saw him and broke into a smile.
She hurried over and slipped her arm through his.
From the bleachers, I watched Travis notice them.
First came confusion.
Then recognition.
He turned slowly toward me.
“Jodi?”
“She asked Grandpa to walk with her,” I whispered. “Tuesday night, after dinner.”
Travis looked back toward Kaylee.
She was laughing at something Dad had said.
My husband didn’t respond.
He simply sat very still.
The junior varsity players cleared the floor, and the seniors lined up along the sideline.
Mr. Halvorson, the longtime announcer, tapped his microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please join us in recognizing our graduating senior volleyball players and their families.”
The first student walked out with both parents.
The second appeared with her mother and stepfather.
