Paw wasn’t really my Paw. He was my girlfriend’s grandfather, sapling-thin and dangerous as a forgotten family secret. I was at his house to help him with a few chores, trying to return to his good graces after being the direct cause of him being recently routed from sleep by a county deputy sheriff. Granny came into the living room, where I was pretending to watch tv while Paw stood at the kitchen window and drank scalding coffee the way most people drink cold water. She rushed in on her short legs and asked me if I wanted anything to eat before heading out with Paw. I declined and thanked…