May whispered, “Grandpa.”
I kept my eyes on Lisa. “Why now?”
Lisa dabbed her napkin against her mouth. “Because people ask questions.”
Rose’s voice softened. “What people?”
“Why now?”
“My circle. Friends. My husband’s friends. They notice things.”
“What things?” June asked.
Lisa sighed. “That my daughters aren’t in my life. It looks strange.”
The room went still.
“So this is about your reputation,” I said.
“That my daughters aren’t in my life.”
“It’s not wrong to want peace.”
June gave a short laugh. “That’s not peace. That’s damage control.”
Lisa turned to the girls. “You understand, don’t you? You’re grown now.”
For one terrible moment, I thought they might nod.
Rose stood first, lifting her glass.
“You understand, don’t you?”
Lisa smiled like she’d won.
“We don’t mind talking to you, Mom,” Rose said.
“See, Dad? They want me around.”
