“Two and a half years ago.”
“I haven’t seen him since he was sixteen. He went to prison. He must be thirty-three now.”
“He passed away last week,” she said gently. “Of complications from an infection. But we have a daughter, sixteen months old. Her name is Amy. Would you like to see her?”
Gladys tried to lift her head off the pillow but she was too frail and feeble. “You brought my great-granddaughter to see me?”
Tears filled Natalie’s eyes. “I did. My cousin, Father Segal, came with us.” She looked over her shoulder at Kit who moved toward her. She reached for Amy.
“Can you see her?”
“Bring her closer.”
Natalie leaned in close with her little girl. “Amy, this is your great-grandmother Gladys.”
The older woman lifted her hand to touch Amy’s. “Oh...my precious girl. I wish I could see better, but I have glaucoma.” In the background Kit was taking pictures of the three of them with his phone.
“She’s golden blond and has gray-green eyes.”
“Harold had gray eyes like his mother. His parents were killed in a car crash you know.”
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