Louis's Gran has a rich molasses voice and a good, alive smell: "Lilacs, with a whiff of bleach." They sit close in Gran's carved hickory chair, reading and telling each other stories. And they play hide-and-seek with the rest of the family. Louis knows Gran so well, he feels he can even see her, though he's been blind since birth. And he knows that she loves him. But when Gran passes away and leaves notes hidden in her things for each family member to find, Louis seems to be the only one forgotten. Could it be so? The answer comes generations later when Louis himself is a grandfather, and his faith is only proved right. Truly, this is a story that uses all the senses to convey its loving message.