talked to your grandfather,” I said.
Kaylee looked up, her fingers tightening around the fleece collar. “What did he say?”
“He said he will be at the gym by five thirty,” I said.
Kaylee looked down at the jacket. “Did Travis say anything about it?”
“Travis is busy with the cart,” I said.
Kaylee pulled the sleeve of her warm-up jacket straight, smoothing out the wrinkles over her knee. “Can Grandpa walk slowly enough with his cane?”
“He will walk as slow as you need him to,” I said.
“I do not want him to hurt his hip,” she said.
“He wants to do it, Kaylee,” I said. “He told me a girl ought to have her family on the floor.”
Kaylee stood up from the bed and stepped over to her wooden desk chair. She folded the maroon jacket across the back of the seat, matching the shoulder seams
