I am not going to be shut out from my own grandchildren over a photograph.

Over a photograph.

Not over what I did. Not over what I said about their mother. Not over the fact that I sent my son out of this hospital on the morning of their birth.

Over a photograph.

As though the photograph were a small thing that had been blown out of proportion by other people, and she were merely the unlucky party in a disagreement about a picture.

She had been in the room for twenty-five minutes.