"You do realize its Kate that has the wild hair about pub grub, right?" Robert said, taking the envelope. He opened it. It was a picture that clearly Abbey had drawn. He somehow understood her little scribbles. "Now that is just dirty pool," Robert laughed. "And that was not Angus's idea. I know better." He showed Jack the picture. A little blond scribble next to a tall silver scribble that appeared to be wearing blue. And two little stick arms that seemed to be the two figures holding hands. Robert understood. It was Abbey with her papa. "You do realize someone either had her do that drawing or picked that one out deliberately, right?"
"Robert," Hannah came up to the nurses' station. "Can I do anything more for you before I go?"
"You're a gem, Hannah," Robert smiled. "Deliver this death certificate for me, please, and then go. It seems I have been hoodwinked out of fish and chips again." She peered over his shoulder and saw the little drawing.
"What is that?" she asked.
"That is my granddaughter and me," he said.
"She does see you as very, very tall," Hannah laughed.
"Well, from a 3 year old's view, I must be," he smiled. "I guess I'm going home to my grandkids."
"Good choice," Hannah smiled, taking the patient chart from him. "Good night, Sir."
"Good night, Hannah," Robert said. "Alright, Jack. Let's go home."