When Cathy walked in the house, she didn’t see her grandmother, so she put away the groceries and went upstairs figuring Florence was working on Becky’s blanket. The door to her room was closed, so she knocked. “Gran, are you there?” For a moment, she was afraid something had happened. Her fears were alleviated when Florence answered. She was dressed in a figure-flattering lavender dress Cathy had never seen before. It was silky, hugged her curves, and accented her slim waist. The hem ended discretely an inch below the knee. Her white hair was piled up in a French knot that added glamour to her heart-shaped face. Cathy knew she’d been a knockout at her age and was still an attractive woman.
“You look gorgeous, Gran, but aren’t you dressed a bit early?”
“No. Howard’s picking me up in a ha
