She gave a small nod and began coloring the roof of the house.

The next morning she pushed the concert invitation toward me with one finger, then pulled it back before I could pick it up.

“Does Grandma have to sit with us?”

“No.

She can sit wherever you want her to sit.”

“What if I want her there, but I don’t want her to talk about Mommy?”

I put the last sandwich into her lunch box and snapped the lid shut.

“Then that is what we will tell her.”