Grandson  The faint where are you voice comes to us from afar, softly, playfully, the words going this way and that way, not knowing where we are.   Here, behind the big curtain, the oncoming footfalls pacing, I am hiding in the silence with my little man, his heart beneath my hand racing.   His tiny heart reminds me of his father’s heart, another day, now lost in time, when my son was here beside me, his whisper giving the game away.   Brave, but not so brave, swapping glances in the gloom, it will all be frantic laughter in…