rescue,
but I still can't get over his following us,
Laura. Have you talked to him about it?"
"Not yet, Robert. I'm waiting for the right
time." "Don't put it off, Laura," he warned.
"I won't," I said in a little voice. It wasn't
something I looked forward to doing.
"I can't wait to see you again," he added in a
softer tone.
"Me neither. I'm going to my grandmother's for brunch in a little while. I've got to get ready and then
help May get dressed."
"Okay. Thanks for the call," he said in a voice
that sent shivers all the way to my toes.
"I couldn't wait," I confessed shyly.
"I'm glad," he said and we both hung up. I
hurried upstairs to dress and help May pick out
something that wouldn't make Grandma Olivia shake
her head disapprovingly.
Grandma Olivia was always uncomfortable
around May. We all knew that the signing unnerved
her: She said all those hands bending and turning
through the air, fingers jabbing, made her stomach
jump. She resisted learning any of it and consequently
spoke to her youngest grandchild only through an
interpreter, usually me or Cary.
Although Mommy seemed to look forward to
Grandma Olivia's brunches and dinners, she was
always nervous the day of the visit. Mommy reminded
me of someone who was preparing for an audition.
Pains were taken over how all of us dressed, how well