I smiled.
We were silent for the rest of the trip. Harper pulled up to the tiny house where I’d grown up, the only home I could recall knowing. He took my hand to the chagrin of the younger Quads. We walked up to the door. I stood on the cramped little wooden porch. I took a deep breath and knocked. My grandmother Hella answered the door in her floral house dress and yellow fluffy slippers. She regarded Harper warily, her eyes trailing over our joined hands.
“Granny, hi, this is Harper and well, you already know Zaya and Eli,” I said.
Harper smiled slightly. Zaya and Eli waved.
“Hey Gran!” Said Zaya.
She smiled. “Come in, come in. Excuse the mess,” said my grandmother.
The house was very small but incredibly neat as always. There was no “mess.” Granny Hella was a bit of a neat freak.
