Margaret Whitmore
They were not fixed, but they were beginning to look at their own numbers.
I told her I was glad they were making a plan.
She asked whether I would resume tuition payments if they let me come to family dinners.
I held her gaze.
“No.
My relationship with my grandchildren is not a service you sell me.
I won’t pay for admission.” Her face flushed.
She began to speak, then stopped.