The blanket slid to the floor as the old man took the fiddle and stood up. It was the last night they’d be having together. There wasn’t any need to say ‘Play all the old tunes.’ Granddad tuned up for a minute and then said, “This is one you’d like to remember.”
The silver moon was high overhead, and there was a gentle breeze playing down the valley. He could never hear Granddad play this again. It was a good thing Dad was moving into that new house, away from here. Petey would not want to sit hereon the old porch on fine evenings, with Granddad gone.