For the past nine years, Joel and I have been grandparents. And, the grandchildren have called us Mammy and Papa. But there’s always one
Not long ago, she was at our house. The two of us were alone on the porch. In the best grown-up voice and posture she could conjure up, Josie initiated this conversation:
Josie – “So, you’re Susan, right?”
Me – “Yes.”
Josie – “And who’s your man?”
Me – “Joel.”
Josie – “Joel, that’s right, Joel.”
I never cracked a smile, because I was trying to be grown-up too.
Then, last week, she was admiring my ring.
With a bewildered look on her face she said, “Oh. That’s so sad.”
That time I didn’t keep a straight face.