Jack flinched so hard.s. that the object fell from his fingers and rolled over to the floor.
I rushed forward.
Don’t touch him!
Emma was taking a step back.
Martha stayed in the chair.
Funny, she didn’t seem guilty.
She looked tired.
I leaned over and lifted the object.
Then I stayed with him in the palm of my hand.
It wasn’t a cigarette.
It was a small transparent plastic tube.
Inside was a piece of rolled paper.
I looked at the table.
The other two objects were identical.
What is this?
Martha had extinguished her cigarette.
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Open it.
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Mom, no! – Call Emma.
I turned to her.
Why?
My daughter had tears in her eyes.
It had to be a surprise.
I didn’t understand anything anymore.
I unfurled the tube.
Inside was a note.
The writing was Jack’s.
“Grandma, tell us about the day you met Grandpa.”
