“She’s mad at a lot of things right now, bud. Mostly at herself, I think.”
“Karen said Grandma was going to live in the den.” He spun the basketball. “Like, forever.”
“She was hoping to.”
“Why didn’t you let her?”
I thought about how to say it. He’s eleven. He deserved the real answer, in eleven-year-old words.
“Because she didn’t ask me,” I said. “She asked Dad, and Dad said yes without asking me. And this is my house too. When two people share something, they both have to say yes. Even if one of them really, really wants it.”
Owen thought about that.
“Like when Lily takes my video games without asking.”
“Exactly like that.”
“But Grandma’s old,” he said. “Where’s she going to go?”
“She’s going to get her own apartment. Close by. And she can come for dinner whenever we invite her.”
“Can I help her move?”
