The Case of the Missing Rings
The Case of the Missing Rings Gram had seen her fair share of life in her 96 years and wanted nothing more than to memorialize it with an all-inclusive scrapbook. She enlisted the help of her grandson, Thibult, in this,as-with age-she’d become tired, and a pesky rat had crawled into her mind, taking bites out of her memory like a piece of cheese. Thibult, her grandson, was happy to jump aboard in her attempt to piece her memories back together-as the love of his life and best friend, Maja, had recently gone back to her ex-boyfriend again-so he was looking for a distraction to pretend not to care. Her ex-boyfriend was a filthy animal of a man-like a tiger that needed to be cages around them. The two sat down together at her nursing home each day that first week working together, after he finished his classes, and she shared as much as she could with him about the expansive life she’d lived. It wasn’t nearly enough for her, though, and Thibult could see the self-frustration this fil...