Chapter 100

“Oh, sweetie, don’t call me Mrs. Cantrell. Sounds so stuffy.”

“Should I call you Grandma?”

“Oh, heavens no! I’m your memaw. You know what a memaw is, child?”

“I’ve never heard of a memaw.”

“That’s your grandmother, sweetie. That’s what we call it, anyway. All my grandkids call me Memaw, and you should too. Now, if my husband was still alive, you’d call him your papaw, but he done passed on. And of course, your other papaw done passed on too. Was so sorry to hear about that, Miss Eunice. So very sorry.”

“The card you sent was lovely,” Mrs. Ledbetter said.

“I can’t believe you came all this way,” I said to Mama.

I was impressed.

“The way you were carrying on, I knew I had to do something,” Mama replied.

“Why was Daddy carrying on?” Amelia asked, looking at Jackson.

“It’s a long story, honey,” Jackson said.

“That’s what you say when you don’t want to tell me the truth about something,” she countered.

“Your daddy’s a little worried. That’s all.”