My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

me at the kitchen table with the paper still warm from the printer.

He read it once.

Then he set both hands on the back of the chair across from me.

“Mary.”

I folded the paper.

Not neatly.

“She meant to send it to someone else,” he said.

“That doesn’t make it better, George.”

Outside, our neighbor’s sprinkler ticked across the lawn. Inside, the swimsuit dripped continue reading …