The doorbell rang. I brushed grass off my pant legs and lifted a laughing Kaela onto my hip. I entered the house from the patio as my mother opened the front door to Alice and Frank Charles, Colin"s parents. What were they doing here? It had been over a year since I"d seen them. We exchanged pleasantries while Mom led them into the living room. Alice never took her eyes off Kaela. Once seated, she asked if she could hold her.
What were they doing here?“Of course.” I placed my daughter into her arms. Frank asked me questions about my experience.
He leaned forward, nodding his head now and then, showing genuine interest in my answers. Alice ignored the conversation, her eyes on Kaela. Furtive glances towards Frank, and the rolling of her eyes a couple of times, told me she had no interest
