more too. She called my grandmother from her spacious home in Peachtree City, Georgia, sending photos of the stylish scarf she’d bought in some upscale mall and a pair of designer sunglasses she thought Grandma might “like to see.”
My grandmother smiled when she talked about these calls, but every time, there was that flicker in her eyes. A tiny shadow, as if she couldn’t quite believe this sudden rush of attention.
One weekend the whole family descended on Tuloma like a traveling show: my parents, Aunt Paula, Uncle Leon,