GRANDAD MOVES

I went to see Grandad this afternoon.
He’s out of hospital and been moved to an elderly persons home (EPH). I took him some of his clothes, a hundred cigarettes, a couple of books of his favourite puzzles, and a copy of today’s Evening Post.
I said, ‘I can’t stay long there’s a taxi waiting for me outside.’
‘That’s okay,’ he said. ‘Thanks for bringing me the stuff.’
We shook hands.
‘Do I owe you any money?’ he said.
I lightly squeezed his left bicep with my right hand felt the cloth of his shirt and looked him in the eye.
‘No,’ I said. 'You don't owe me anything.'