She had not looked at either of them.

And in the same breath she claimed them as her own grandchildren and claimed a right of access to them which she was prepared to describe as being taken away.

And I said: take your hand off my bed.

Four of the best words I have ever said.

I had not planned them.

They came out flat and quiet because I had no volume available to me, and I think that is why they worked.

Part Fifty-Eight: She Asked You to Leave, Mom