"Well, Uncle Terry's up there too." No fair! How did he know she was ticklish. Catching her breath, she grinned at him. "I think so. But I'd imagine others are getting private lessons too."
"Twelve. That can't be legal, don't you have to be older than that to have a liscense?" But maybe it had just been around their house, in which case, what was the harm? A flying car, though? That was intriguing.
Her heart dropped to somewhere below her stomach at his words. "I know." There wasn't much she could say or do beyond that except hug and hold him closely; like she'd never let go. "I know it's a long way off, but maybe someday, you could build one with your son and tell him about your Grandfather, keep him alive that way and do it for him?" The wrong thing to say. That was the first thought after the words left her mouth.