My grandmother is a masterful storyteller.  When I was a kid, I spent my summers with her in St. Louis.  Our days were filled with trips to the library to pick out books and sometimes videos.  We would hang out at the pool and try to improve our swimming.  We would go to the park so that we could get some fresh air.  We would visit the zoo.  We explored the city.  All the nooks and crannies.  The days were epic.  But nighttime held a special magic that day could not ever provide.  Nighttime was storytime. Bible Study Brother and I would get all cuddled up in the bed with…