She nods, and the worst tension disappears from around her mouth. “Martha,” she says.
“This way, Martha.” I lead her into the living room, where half of them seem to be trying to out-sing Granny and the rest are too busy laughing at the crazy Christmas choir to notice us.
“You’ll have to excuse us,” I say. “We’re a little kooky.”
“It looks like you’re having fun.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Mama!” Poe’s voice cuts through the noise and makes everyone turn their heads toward us. Poe leaps off the couch, crosses the floor in a few long strides, and sweeps Martha into his arms. I step around them to give them space and sit next to my now-silent grandmother on the couch.
Everyone tries to make it seem as though we’re not staring, while never taking our eyes off the warm hug happening in front of our eyes. When Poe finally lets go of his mom, we’re all grinning like lunatics.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Mama,” Poe says, and Martha’s already red cheeks darken even more.