My grandfather had been ill for a month, he was only sixty-two years old but his heart got a disease that meant he would need a transplant, that was, if they could find a donor that matched him. My father told me to go over to see him in hospital as I was on vacation from school; dad had a bunch of books for me to take to grandpa, oh, and the eponymous bunch of grapes, naturally.
I had to catch a bus to the hospital, I had just got my