Uncertainly Jack looked at the granddaughter, who smiled and shrugged. "He's like that, " she said apologetically. "He's old. His enthusiasms wax and wane with his chemical balances. I hope you don't mind."
"I see." The young man stood. Hesitantly, he made his way to the door.
At the door, he glanced back and saw the granddaughter tearing her linen napkin into little bits and eating the shreds, delicately washing them down with little sips of wine.