“We can eat somewhere else if you want,” I told her.

“But Grandma made a big dinner,” she said.

Margaret approached cautiously.

She had a straight posture, carefully arranged silver hair, and a face that seemed to have aged several years in ten minutes.

“I did,” she told Olivia.

“And I would be honored if you stayed.

But you don’t owe me that.”

I was surprised to hear her say it.