“Well buddy, it looks like it’s just you and me for the night. What do you want to do?”
The words entered Bobby’s room moments before he appeared in the doorway to see the soft glow of a computer screen casting a pale light on his grandson’s face as he sat on his bed. Walter could only think of a handful of times he had seen the slim silver device out of his grandson’s reach. Jenny did not allow him to bring it to church which he thought was a good rule.
“I am going to be in my first auction. It’s an Akedemicz auction.”
Walter walked to the the end of the bed and sat down before asking, “A whosa whatit?”
Bobby looked at his grandpa with the same look his teacher had flashed at him when asked her if Thompson Edison had invented the iPod.