My 101-Year-Old Grandmother Hadn’t Left Bed in Two Years—Then She Came to My Daughter’s Birthday With a Locked Red Suitcase and Said, “Take Off Her Left Sock”
“Did you lock it?”
“No.”
“Good.”
I smiled.
“Good.”
That may be the most important detail in the whole story.
We were frightened.
And we did not turn fear into permission to trap someone.