Last installment of the 'The Goode's' Series.

"Will that be all, sir?" the cadet asked after dropping off the files I request.

"Yes, thank, you're dismissed," I told him, picking up the file to read. It was my grandson's file, from Blackthorne Institute. I faintly heard the cadet's footsteps and the sound of my office door closing as I opened the file. On top was his lasted photo, the same one hung in the hall way of our family home in line with every other member's photo as well.

Underneath the photo were his report cards, from kindergarten all the way up to tenth. Strait A's all the way through, except the one B that hung in there from in second grade. In his 'History of France' class, I could remember grounding him for it, only three months after his mother's death. Every thing he did had to be perfect, I don't think I let him once actually act like a child, even when he was a child.

"And I wonder why he never speaks to me anymore?" I muttered to myself, flipping to reports from his latest teachers. 'Excellent!' from Dr. Steve Sanders, a 'Wonderfully charming and graceful' from a Madame Dabney, and then there was an envelope from the Headmistress at Gallagher Academy. Laughing to myself, I remembered Rachel. My little girl went to school with her; they didn't speak anymore, not since Rachel had hired Joe as the Cove Op teacher. I hadn't spoken to Rachel since my daughter-in-law's funeral. I opened the envelope, pulling from it a letter and several pictures.

General Quincy M. Goode,

It's been a long time since I've spoken or written to you. This last winter break from the Academy I paid a visit to your daughter. Obviously this was during the time that Zachary was away, as not to give him any information not then released. The two of us spoke quite a bit about the children that we've raised, most importantly we spoke about the relationships they've developed with different people. I was particularly interested to find that your relationship with Zachary has, well for lack of a better analogy, gone down the toilet. I was not surprised to hear this since I remember what 'people person' you are when it comes to those related to you, but I feel that all grandparents should at least have some sort of relationship with their grandchildren. This may sound surprising, but I have disclosed some pictures that Zachary doesn't know were taken. It seems Zachary has developed a relationship with my daughter, so feeling a bit sentimental I decided to document it with a few pictures. I thought you might appreciate some copies of the pictures as they show Zachary in a light I'm sure you've never seen.

Good day,

Rachel J. Morgan
Headmistress of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women

I took a look at the pictures; they were mostly of Zachary with a beautiful brunette girl. There was one of them sitting on the steps of some kind of gazebo, another of the two them talking in the library. I noticed in each of the pictures Zachary looked happy, happier then I'd seen him since he was a small boy. I smiled when I saw the last picture, Zachary kissing the girl in the entrance hall. I'd had three sons, and I know for a fact that they never kiss a girl in a romantic way like Zachary was doing in this picture unless they were serious about her. I could very well be looking at my future granddaughter-in-law.

Short and sweet, hope you liked it. R&R please!