No One Can Replace YouMore Like This
They sat quietly in the living room, with the fire glowing nearby, before Once-Ler decided to speak up again. Clearing his throat, he brought up the urge to ask the question he had been meaning to ask yet was afraid to, in case hurting the boy. But since they had just spoken about their family members, never mind had often done so in the past year-and-a-half, he figured that it was as good as any time to ask. "Ted," he said, catching the boy's attention, "Your father did you ever know him? I mean, did he ever come back to uh teach you things? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
Ted stared at him in silence, but his eyes did not reflect pain or angerin fact, he did not seem the least bit concerned about Once-Ler's question, which relaxed the man a bit. "I know your Grandfather held an important place in your life, as you and your Grammy have told me, and I would never want to replace him," Once-Ler clarified as he continued to knit. "But I was always curious