“I’m pretty sure she’ll be really, really happy. She is really very sweet and loves you both and I can’t see her doing anything else. But people can surprise you, so just be there for Kerry no matter how it goes.”
I told Kerry what Aunt Mary said and we, quietly, drove to her house.
Kerry: Getting Home
My Mom jumped up from the sofa, putting The Sunday Times section she was reading and the cup she was holding on the coffee table when she saw us enter. When she understood that I was with Suzanne, who she had not seen since Christmas, and that we held one another’s hands, she rushed over, practically upsetting a chair, and with surely one of the largest smiles I ever saw, perhaps larger than ever directed towards me, she grabbed my Suze and hugged her and starting crying.
I realized that all my worries about what I needed to say to her were of no import; I did not need to say anything.