Gladys could remember not believing it herself when Terecen's grandfather died, so as much as she wanted to, she didn't push. She was, at least, secure in the knowledge that Terence would learn, in time, that he was capable of loving again. And if he didn't seem to be learning then she could remind him - but not right now. Instead, she returned her attention to her now-melty ice cream, doing her best to salvage it before it dripped all over her hand.
"That's convenient," she said, "because I intend to keep giving both." It would be awful if Terence no longer wanted them. "You're very welcome, anyway." Until her advice was more needed, she would content herself with providing cakes and ice cream. She smiled when Terence asked about coming to stay. "Of course you can!" Nothing would delight Gladys more, as was obvious from the way she beamed at her grandson. "Dennis and I would love the company."