鈥淎 little to the left,鈥� she said.
She picked up the stone, turned it over in her palm. 鈥淏ecause I love him.鈥� A Little to the Left
My grandfather鈥檚 eyes, half-closed, flickered open. A faint smile touched his lips. 鈥淥ut of place,鈥� he whispered. 鈥淎 little to the left,鈥� she said
He nodded, and his hand found hers.
My grandmother smiled, stirring her tea. 鈥淏ecause he loves me.鈥� 鈥淎 little to the left
I didn鈥檛 understand. How could moving a stone be love?
My mother started to reach for it. 鈥淲e should clear this away.鈥�