My Grandma Kept a Notebook Nobody Knew About

Not expensive. Not her.

Mom drifted in from the kitchen, really from the doorway where she’d been supervising the caterers.

“Emma, darling. You look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

Victoria tilted her head. “Working Black Friday? That’s awful. Brad and I are taking the whole week. Aspen.”

Brad gave me his usual apologetic half-smile. Always kind enough to look uncomfortable.continue reading …