by Volecia Plafcan

Created on: October 31, 2009

"Now, my little girl," Grandpa took Samantha's hand to lead her out of the barn. "It's time for us to head home and have some of this nice, warm milk." He looked down at her an winked.

The cow flapped her tail back and forth and offered a big "Moo!" as though, saying 'goodnight".

"Do you really think Grandma made those cookies?" She looked up at him with wide open sparkling blue eyes. "I sure hope so. I love sweet things don't you, Grandpa?" She held on to his forefinger as she twirled around.

"Well, I certainly do, but, first, we have to have some supper," he explained. "Your grandma would bang my head with a pan if I gave you a cookie before supper.' he shifted the milk in his hand. "And if you don't eat everything she puts on your plate, still no cookie." He told her. "She is a hard woman to live with but, since we've been together for forty-nine years, now, I might as well stay with her." He laughed and Samantha joined in but, quit twirling and was silent.

Mr. Williams noticed her silence and asked what was wrong

"Oh, nothing, grandpa," she was quiet again. She twisted a lock of her black, curly hair.

"Are you sure, my little girl?" He probed, afraid he had offended his precious little granddaughter. "You let grandpa know and I'll fix whatever is bothering you."

Silently, they walked the rest of the distance to the house.

"Oh, oh! I smell steak and potatoes!" Grandpa Williams pretended to run up the steps. "Come on, little girl, she's gonna eat all of it!"

Samantha laughed and scurried up the steps. "Don't spill the milk, Grandpa!" She giggled after him.

"Well, what have we here?" Grandma Williams asked in her cheerful voice. "Hmmm, looks like we will have milk after all. I thought you two had gotten lost or either gone to bed with the cows!" She unbuttoned Samantha's coat and tossed her cap over onto the table, which was already set for the three.

A fireplace burned cheerfully in the dining area and Sam went over to warm her hands, holding them just like Grandpa had taught her.

"Well, come on, and eat, little girl," Grandpa Williams coaxed her. "Enjoy!"

Grace was offered and they began eating, Samantha very slowly.

"Grandpa? Is mommy really coming home tomorrow?" She had a sad look about her, as though she would cry any minute.

"Why, she certainly is, little girl!" He said with as much cheer as he could muster. "We'll pick her up around three-thirty tomorrow so don't you eat all those cookies we're gonna have as soon as we get through here! Hurry now,

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