“It didn’t seem fair to them.

But Martha died in January, and Thomas passed two years before that.”

“So you were all by yourself up in Tyler,” I said.

“I was,” she said.

“Until Tuesday morning, when I opened the paper and saw an obituary for Evelyn Bradley naming a surviving granddaughter called Sarah.”

“I had to spell it for the clerk twice,” I said.

“With an H on the end.”

Sarah looked down at her hands lying quietly in her lap.