Bethany rises from the porch swing with a small smile upon her face. My heart rapidly pounds inside my chest, I am light-headed, and my palms are sweaty as I open the door. Alma sits near the front door in her reading chair book in hand. Libby is on her blanket, arms fully extended, chest and head held up, looking my way a huge drooling smile on her face.

Alma doesn’t rise from her chair. “Bethany it is so nice to see you in person. I hope your drive was good.”

“Thank ...