« I have plenty of time for resting later, » she continued. « Right – now, I have a granddaughter to dress for prom. »
« Grandma, you should be resting, »
I swallowed hard.
The word « later » hung between us, fragile and dangerous.
« You raised me, you know, » I said quietly. « Mom and Dad worked so much. It was always you. »
« It was always us. »
She rose slowly, gripping the edge of the table, and stepped back to look at me.
Her eyes filled with a kind of light I had never seen before.
The word « later » hung between us.
« Oh, my girl. Look at you. »
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