"Good." Izzy said in another whisper, trusting her grandmother to understand that she only felt it was good because it was the man. " 'Cause I don't want anymore battles." Their life should be full of happy times and peace, as it had been when she was even younger.
She let her grandmother's words and her hand in her hand soothe her, sitting quietly for a few moments. "Do you think Uncle JR and the others that went to bad places have nightmares too?"