“You have your mother’s grace.” A sharp sting of tears burned the back of my eyes. I swallowed. “Thank you. How did you know her?” “We took painting classes together.” “You’re a painter too?” “I dabble now and then. Never like Caroline. Did she end up doing anything with it?” “Yes.” Emotion made it hard to speak for a moment. I had not ever met anyone who’d known her as a young woman.
