Tyler called me in January.
“Grandma,” he said. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“I’ve been thinking about what to do with the account. When I turn eighteen.” His voice was steady. Grown-up. “I want to go to Wright State. Engineering. It’d cover most of it, with the scholarship I’m going for.”
“That’s a fine idea, Tyler.”
“But I want to put some away. For you.”
“Tyler…”
“No, wait, listen.” He took a breath. “You put twenty dollars a month away for me for sixteen years. I want to do the same thing. For somebody. A kid, maybe. At the school. Somebody who doesn’t have anybody doing it for them.”
I sat very still in my kitchen with the phone pressed against my ear. My new charcoal coat was hanging on the hook by the back door.
“I want to start a can,” he said. “Of my own.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Grandma?”
“I’m here,” I said, when I could. “I’m very here.”
“Is that dumb?”
“It’s the least dumb thing I have ever heard in my life.”
He laughed, nervous.
“Will you help me pick out the can?”
“I’ve got a great many cans,” I said.
“I thought you might.”
It’s been a year now.
Rob and Vanessa come to dinner on the first Sunday of every month. Sometimes with all four children. Sometimes just the two of them. They sit at my table among the chipped china and the faded rose wallpaper.
Vanessa learned how to make pot roast. It’s gotten better. She still hovers over my oven like it might get up and wander off if she looks away.
Last month, she brought me a present wrapped in brown paper. It was a framed photograph. A family portrait, taken at a studio in Kettering. The six of them, standing in front of a plain gray backdrop.
And right in the center, in a charcoal wool coat with a fur collar, stood a small white-haired woman, smiling.
“It’s you,” Vanessa said, a little shy.
“I can see that.”
“You said you’d like one.”
I held that frame for a long time.
“It’s very good,” I said.
I hung it in my front hallway, right beside Walter in his Wonder Bread uniform. The two of them look at each other across a long, narrow strip of rose wallpaper. And I find, every time I pass by, that I nod to them both.
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