Lee turned off the TV in disgust. It was all just a little too much these days. "Ah hell," he muttered aloud. It's always been a little too much. It just so happens that now it's all a little too much close to home. He reached for the newspaper out of habit but then quickly dropped it face down. Another trigger. "Bastards." He groaned and rose from his worn armchair by the window. Slowly, Lee shuffled around the big wooden coffee table in his small living room, through the galley kitchen, into the sparse bedroom that held one double bed and one wooden dresser, and back out again. The cleaning lady had done a good job the day before, leaving him with nothing to do. He sighed, knotting his aged hands together over the handle of his cane, dispiritedly, glancing around. A framed page caught his eye; little Allie's latest contribution to Grandpa's coloring page collection. With renewed energy, he opened the drawer beneath the TV and found markers, coloring pencils, and his granddaughter's coloring book. He'd read an article earlier that week on the soothing effects of coloring on adults. "Might as well," he gruffly reasoned aloud.
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