Drawing the Line
My mother claimed she did not realize how much Emily was cooking.
I told her she never asked.
She turned to Emily and said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Emily’s voice barely rose above a whisper.
“I didn’t think I needed to.”
The room felt heavy.
My father admitted they had come because my post made them look bad.
I met his eyes.
“You abandoned your granddaughter,” I said. “That’s why.”
My mother accused me of embarrassing her.
