That was
how I found myself at a country club wearing the navy dress I’d already worn to both girls’ high school graduation.
Kayla noticed us almost instantly.
Her face lost all color.
A tall man with silver at his temples approached.
He smiled warmly.
“You must be friends of Kayla’s.”
Jennifer extended her hand.
“I’m Jennifer.”
His entire expression brightened.
“Jennifer!”
Then he shook Lizzie’s hand.
“Elizabeth. I’m Graham. I’ve been hoping to meet you both for years.”
I looked toward Kayla.
Years?
Kayla rushed over.
“Graham, everyone’s waiting. Maybe we should—”
He noticed me.
“And you are?”
Kayla opened her mouth.
Jennifer answered first.
“This is Margaret. Our grandmother.”
Graham smiled.
“Kayla’s mother?”
“No.”
Jennifer’s voice remained calm.
“Our father’s mother.”
A pause.
Then she added:
“She raised us.”
Graham slowly turned toward his wife.
Something changed behind his eyes.
