Unfolding her napkin and smoothing it on her lap, Bridget said, “But I think Grandpa was torn up by it. In spite of all the trouble Corrine had been, he loved her. And he’d lost Jeanette to cancer not long before all this.” “He was so lucky to have you,” I said. “Having you would have made all the difference, such a blessing.” I heard myself again and said, “I mean, a widower with a thankless daughter—he needed someone to give him a sense of purpose.”
