concerned about it, they certainly never let it show. Mom must have gotten tired at times of Grandmaâs chatter, but she smiled and added a few words of her own now and then. I had the feeling, though, that the necessary drives to take us places or the daily trip to pick up Corey after morning kindergarten were now welcome excursions for Mom. Sheâd sort of take a big breath as she crawled behind the wheel. It probably felt good to leave the house for even a short time.
Yet I was taken totally by surprise when Dadâs voice took on the âfamily conferenceâ tone one morning as we were gathered around the breakfast table. Grandma usually slept late and fixed her own toast or muffin to go with the leftover coffee in the pot. So it was just our family who sat around the table enjoying Momâs blueberry pancakes.
âYour mother and I have done a good deal of talkingâand prayingâand we think that it might be the right time to think of a bigger house,â Dad said, looking around the table.
That sure got our attention in a hurry. I saw Brett jerk his head up as though in disbelief and Danaâs eyes grow large. Corey was busy poking a fork into the yolk of his egg to make it âbleed,â so he wasnât paying much atten~tion. The yolk didnât run very well. Mom was too concerned about making sure it was thoroughly cooked. Corey didnât like blueberry pancakes, though I never could figure out the reason. And it was the only time that I remember Mom allowing any of us special privileges with the meal offerings. She seemed too baffled by it to insist that he eat his pancakes.
âWhat kind of a bigger house?â Brett spoke first.
âJust a ⦠a medium-big house,â Dad went on. âNothing fancyâjust more room. Weâve even thought of something with a mother-in-law suite.â
âWhatâs a mother-in-law suite?â I could feel myself frown as I asked the question. I knew enough about family relationships to know that Dadâs mother-in-law was Grandma Tyler, but I hadnât heard anything about Grandma Tyler needing a place to stay.
My Tyler grandparents were missionaries. Except through letters and cards, and now even more frequent e-mails, I felt I hardly knew them. Mom had pictures of us kids taken with them when they had been back in America on one of their home assignments. But being medical missionaries and desperately needed at the clinic in Bolivia, they didnât come home as often as some missionariesânor stay as long. But Dad was answering my question, even as my mind whirled with more questions.
âThatâs just two or three roomsâsort of like an apartmentâattached to a home. If we had something like that, Grandma Walsh could be with us ⦠yet have some space of her own.â
âSheâs not your mother-in-law,â I heard Brett say, expressing my very thought.
âWell ⦠it doesnât have to be for the wifeâs mother. Not for any mother, in fact. But it often isâthatâs why the name.â
âIsnât Grandma Walsh going back home?â Corey asked directly. There. The question we all wondered about was on the table. Corey had been listening after all.
Dad just shook his head. âIâm not sure,â he answered honestly. âShe still seems sort of lonely. We want her to know she can stay with us for as long as she wishes. But we donât want all of you crowded in together either. It isnât fair that you have to give up your rooms.â
Mom hadnât been saying much, but I noticed she nodded every now and then as though to second everything Dad was saying.
Actually, it sounded rather exciting. Already my mind was beginning to think of a new room for Dana and me to share. One with bigger closets and room for another chest of drawers so we wouldnât have to be arguing over who had what space all the time. I could even envision a
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