Liz had warned Tom that her grandfather was eccentric. He wanted to marry, but Gramps meant the world to her.
Gramps gave them a grand tour first thing and Tom seemed to like him.
“Sorry, the garden is a bit soggy. Been meaning to drain it forever.”
“Don’t worry,” Tom said. “My shoes will dry. Eventually.”
“Back when Lizzie’s mom was a girl I bought drainage pipes and such, but never finished.”
“Birds soon moved in. Then toads. Mice. A snake.” He pointed to the overgrown rack.
“Wow! nature’s condo. Love it!”
Liz smiled. Tom was a keeper.
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