GretaGreta smiled. Her little grandchild was caught up in dressing and undressing her dolls, talking to them like they could hear and respond.
She glanced out the window and saw the mail carrier coming up the walk. She rushed to the door, opening it just as the mailman got to it.
“Good morning, Frau Greta. Got a letter for you from Las Vegas.”
She loved he called her Frau. He’d explained he had a German grandmother and using the term came to him naturally.
“Oh, thank you! I love hearing from my sweet boy.”
“How’s he doing? I worry about him, losing his mother at such a young age.”
“He seems to be adjusting. His uncle has a husband. I’m not pleased about that, but otherwise all seems well.”
“It’s a new world, Frau Greta, a new world. See you tomorrow.”
She took the mail into the roo
