Every time I see a Nora Roberts or JD Robb book I think of my Grandma. When I was 16 and able to drive I would from time to time take my Grandma to half price books. I would wheel her over to the paperback mystery/thriller section and let her peruse while I checked out the fantasy/historical fiction sections.
I would always load up my basket and Grandma would load up hers and she would insist that she buy my books. We would get lunch at Long John Silvers or KFC and go home. She would listen to me talk about anything and everything. Those are some special memories.
Yesterday in the thrift store I saw a whole section of JD Robb and thought of Grandma. I miss her today a little extra.
Redheaded Jill 
Leave a comment