Stephen
My mother arrived at the penthouse carrying enough shopping bags to suggest she’d received news of a royal birth instead of a twenty-week ultrasound.
“Grammy!”
Evan abandoned the blocks he’d been stacking and ran toward her. Austin, who had recently discovered that walking was apparently too slow for his ambitions, toddled after his brother with both arms stretched out.
“Gammy!”
Mother’s entire face changed.
It was one of the few things I still found surprising about her.
Evelyn Case could walk into a ballroom and make three hundred people question whether they’d chosen the correct fork, but the second my sons appeared, all that carefully maintained dignity cracked.
“My boys.”
She bent and hugged Evan before lifting Austin, despite the fact that he immediately grabbed the
