“Are you leaving this morning?” asked Grandma, looking at her grandson, Nathan, from across the dining table.

Nathan, who was packing his suitcase, glanced up briefly. “Yes, Grandma. I have to go to Canada.”

Grandma Clara stood up from her chair and followed him into the living room. “Don’t leave yet, dear.”

Nathan closed his suitcase and looked at his grandmother. “Why?”

“I heard about last night with Chintya. Do you think Grandma doesn’t know? People are already ...