“I found her kissing that Crowley boy behind the barn today.”

Kaylee immediately crouched on the stairs, thankful that the old wood didn't groan and give her away. She could make out Gran in the kitchen, weathered hands on her hips as waited for a reply. Her father gave a non-committal grunt and took a swig of his beer.

“Don't you grunt at me, Edgar Fry,” Gran continued in full lecture mode. “I know your mama raised you better than that. And speaking of mamas, my dear Melinda would be turning in her grave if she knew her daughter was behaving this way. Not two days ago I caught her with the Delgado boy. She's running around like some unchoosey floozy.”

Kaylee felt her cheeks burned. Was she really running around like a floozy? All she had been doing was kissing. She had stopped Frank Delgado when his hands got too frisky and Ian Crowley was just so cute when she gave her that slow grin of his.

She jumped when something slammed against the table. Gran had jumped as well. She was now closer to the sink and further out of her line of vision.

“Do not ever speak of Kaywinnit that way again,” her father ordered, his quiet voice stern. “Do you understand me, Agatha?”

The kitchen, the entire house was silent. Kaylee scarcely breathed.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Gran replied curtly.

“Good.”

“But still something must be done about her behavior,” Gran pressed. “She can't keep running wild, Edgar.”

“I know.” He sighed as he leaned back into his chair. “I guess she can start coming to the shop.”

“The shop?”

“Can you think of a better place for her?”

“No,” Gran admitted. “Well, eat up, Edgar. Your food's getting cold. And Kaylee's, too.”

Kaylee quickly made her way to the top of the stairs. She waited until Gran called for her. “Coming,” she called and made her way back downstairs.

With a sniffle, she pulled herself from her thoughts and traced her grandmother face on screen with a finger. Her father letter had been brief. Gran had died peacefully in her sleep and would be buried beside her daughter in the town's cemetery.

“Love you, Gran,” Kaylee whispered. She pressed a kiss to the screen before turning the image off. Wiping her cheeks, she rolled over on her bunk and cried herself to sleep.

Above her, River cried as well.