Rose’s eyes held none of the cloudiness often associated with age. Instead, they gleamed with sharp intelligence.

As she saw us approaching, her eyes twinkled. She said to Atlas, “You’re here and fashionably late!”

Atlas’s eyes were warm as he smiled. He replied, “My beloved Grandma Rose, I’m just in time. No one noticed!”

I had never seen Atlas like this before. The aloof and composed Atlas had a playful side to him! It seemed his relationship with Rose ran deep.

“Introduce me, won’t you?”