"So..." He said to his grandmother. "So?" She replied. "So, how d'you like Bee?" He looked up from his hands. "Ooooo!" She cried, something she did often when she was excited or knew gossip was coming. "Wrap her up & give her to me for Christmas! Oh Jamesie she's wonderful!" She told him. This thrilled him, to know that she thought so much of the girl he loved. He smiled at his grammy, knowing just how well they would get on, his hands still locked in his lap.