How an Email Invitation to a Colorado Christmas Dinner Ended Eight Years of Separation
Stay in the west guest wing tonight.
We have four rooms ready.”
“We have a reservation at the valley cabin,” I said.
“My sons will sleep on neutral ground tonight.”
Richard came around the mahogany desk and stopped three feet from my four boys.
“When will we be allowed to see them again, Grace?”
“If you want to build a real relationship with your grandsons,” I said, holding Richard’s gaze, “you’ll drive to Colorado Springs.
You’ll call two days ahead, you’ll visit our home on a Saturday afternoon, and you’ll sit in my kitchen on my terms.”
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