"Yes you do. You're not sure who I am any more, and you don't know how to act around me."
I grabbed a towel and dried my hands as I turned toward her. "Look at me, Gram."
She turned her head only enough for me to see the side of her face.
"Look at me, Gram."
I waited until she'd turned completely around to face me. I'd given a lot of thought to what I would say if she acted like this, and I was ready.
"I'm the same me, Gram. No difference. It's just that instead of a colonial pine, rough-hewn, rectangular table like you've always thought of me, I'm a round, polished maple. You think some of what you knew about me has fallen off of that pine table, and now you don't know how much of it should go back onto the round one."
I set the towel onto the counter and leaned my hip against the h
