One-hundred-and-two-year-old Celandine laughed and scooped up Lindy’s four-year-old grandson Rory.
Lindy smiled gratefully and glared reproachfully at her grandson. “Now, Rory, be nice to Auntie Celandine, she’s a very old hobbit.”
“Just because you’re five years younger…” Celandine muttered.
Lindy laughed as Rory reached out for Celandine. “Landy!” he said, squirming in his grandmothers grasp.
“Y’know, I sometimes wonder why I retired.” Celandine said, as she cuddled the lad.
“To spend more time with me, of course!” a voice said from the doorway.
Celandine turned to see her husband Matthias standing there. She smiled. “Yes I do believe that’s why.”