A hand made an OK gesture through the gap in the upstairs railing.
Bella Acker looked confused at what the old man was saying, "Old man, do you not remember?"
"Ah! I should have!" The old man lied without batting an eye, "Oh, getting old, my memory isn't great. Who knows, one day I might walk out alone and never find my way back, how pitiful."
Who would talk about being pitiful like that?
The bodyguard in the shadows was speechless at the old man's constant claims of being pitiful.
Bella Acker also found it a bit funny, "Then I'll make you a cloth pouch, sew in both mine and your grandson's phone numbers, and the home address. You can carry it whenever you go out. If you forget, just open it to find your way home."
"That's a brilliant idea, Young Acker, make one for me." The old man was genuinely interested, "I saw on TV some people wear them as amulets around their necks, can you make one like that? If you do, I'll definitely wear it every day."
