“How is my granddaughter?” she asked.

“Fussy,” I said.

“Her temperature was one hundred one point two an hour ago.

I gave her three drops of infant acetaminophen.”

“You look exhausted, Rachel.

Let me sit up with her for two hours so you can lie down.”

“You have physical therapy at eight tomorrow morning,” I said, sitting beside her and gently touching her wrist.

“You need your rest more than I do.”