here works. The town here does not work the way the old country worked. They are different things."
Esme thought.
"Will you tell me, Grandpa? About the old? In small bits? Every evening this summer?"
He smiled — a small tired smile, but a real one.
"Esme. Yes. Yes, I will. And I would also like to learn — please — how this town works now. I do not know it well. You can teach me."
"Deal."
"Deal."
🤖 The author declared this story as written with the help of AI.