“More chili Ben?” Grandpa Max asked as he dished out a third helping for Gwen before adding more to his own bowl.
“No thanks Grandpa,” Ben said as he grimaced at the spoonful of chili. “I think one bowl is all I can take.”
“All the more for us then,” Grandpa said as he grabbed a slice of bread from the dish in the center of the picnic table. “At least Gwen likes my cooking.”
“Yeah, it’s great Grandpa,” Gwen said as she grabbed some bread for herself and took dunked it in her bowl before stuffing it in her mouth. Grandpa Max noticed the way his ten year old granddaughter kept looking at him and gave her an indulgent smile as he put his spoon down. “It looks like you have something on your mind Gwen,” Max said as he ran his hand through his short grey hair and then adjusted his Hawaiian shirt over his large belly.