I dialed before I could put the letter down.
“Ethan?”
“Did you get my letters?”
“Speaking.”
“My name is Dorothy.”
Neither of us said anything for several seconds.
Then he asked, “Did you get my letters?”
I dialed before I could put the letter down.
“Only today.”
***
Later, at the café, Ethan stood when I approached, then hesitated.
“Would it be okay to hug you?”
I nodded because I couldn’t answer. He held me until I stopped shaking.
“You married him?”
Ethan asked about my life, and I told him about my husband and Nancy.
“You married him?”
“Yes.”
“Does he know about me?”
I shook my head. “I have to tell him, Ethan. He deserves to meet you.”
“Could I meet her first?”
Ethan looked at Nancy’s photograph on my phone.
“Could I meet her first?”
He hadn’t asked me to lie to my husband; that decision was mine.
Ethan arranged a backstage visit and three seats near the stage at the concert he was helping organize.
“I’ll be finished working before the show,” he said.
“Are we seeing Grandma later?”
On Saturday, Nancy had Grandma’s card in her lap when I parked outside the arena.
“Are we seeing Grandma later?”
