Grams and I lounged in the living room after dinner. She sat in her big brown leather chair, and I lay on the loveseat, looking in her direction as she knitted me a hat. She made the best hat and scarves.

“Grams. . .” I trailed off.

“Yes?” She kept her eyes on what she was doing.

When I didn’t answer, she glanced up at me with her glasses slipping down her nose.

I sighed and shook my head. “Never mind.” My gaze went back to tracing patterns in the ...