When the screen requested a device name, I passed it to Nora. She pondered, then typed one-fingered.
Sparkle.
It remained her purple unicorn tablet. She still wanted cartoons with her rabbit nearby. I felt grateful she could think about a name while Grant and I dealt with what was hidden in it.
Last Tuesday Ruth arrived at 8:15 in a gray vehicle. Her cast had been removed; Nora’s seat waited in back.
Holding cheddar crackers, she waited beneath our steps. I remained at the doorway, letting Nora set the pace.
Backpack in hand, Nora descended and climbed into her seat alone. She fastened the upper strap, then appeared out at me and waved.
“Bye, Mommy. Mabel’s going to lay me three eggs today.”
I returned her wave as Ruth checked the buckle. This time, as they pulled away, Nora was smiling at me through the window.
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My daughter-in-law told me, “We pay our own bills. Get out”
30/10/2026
