Elora said gently, “The next time Uncle Tatum goes back to Wiltspoon, he must visit your great-grandmother. He doesn’t go back very often. Your great-grandmother might be upset with him.”
Belle shook her head. “No. Great-Grandma wouldn’t blame any of us. She loved every one of us.”
She truly was the best great-grandmother in the world.
Why hadn’t God let her live another ten or twenty years?
Belle knew she was being greedy.
Great-Grandma’s age was already something countless people could only dream of.
Elora smiled. “That’s right. Grandma loved us all very much.” Then she deliberately changed the subject. “Belle, isn’t Little Levi asking to come with you?”