Your grandmother knew my birthday.

She knew my dog’s name.”

“She used to bring you mayhaw jelly every November.”

He looked up over the paper, and something gentled around his eyes and then faded again.

“Every November.

I’ve still got two jars in my pantry.” He capped the pen.

“Your uncle came in here in August.

He stood at that front desk and asked Louise for the full chart.