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“He does homework with me.”
“Not right now, Mom.”
The call ended soon after.
The second day was the same.
No Larry.
“He does homework with me.”
Exactly three days after Melissa left me there, I was sitting beside my window pretending to read when Patricia appeared.
“Elaine?”
I lowered the book.
“There’s a little boy here asking for you.”
I was out of the chair before my hip approved.
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“There’s a little boy here asking for you.”
Larry stood in the hallway wearing his school backpack.
His cheeks were blotchy.
“Grandma!”
He closed the distance between us in four quick strides.
I caught him and nearly lost my balance.
His cheeks were blotchy.
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Patricia steadied my elbow.
“Easy.”
I held Larry by both shoulders.
“How did you get here?”
He clutched the backpack against his chest.
Then Tom appeared in the doorway, holding his car keys.
