"You want to explain that a little better?" I asked. She pulled out another chair and sat next to me.
"Marshall, has your grandfather told you anything?"
"Like why you even found this place. Do you know who your grandfather is?" I laughed.
"Of course I know who he is. He's my grandfather - what else could he be?"
"Your grandfather isn't just a grandfather. He's quite famous here," she explained.
"How's that?" I wasn't following her at all.
She leaned back in the chair and rubbed at her temples. It reminded me of my mother.
I sat patiently and waited for her to explain.