“Your grandfather says it’s a bad decision, and he should know.” She paused. “Stay here. Don’t give them that letter.” “It was her dying wish.” “She’s gone.” Leni couldn’t help smiling. She loved that her grandmother was a complex mixture of optimism and practicality. The optimism had allowed her to wait almost two decades for her daughter’s return; the practicality had allowed her to forget all the pain that had preceded it.
