She looked at me for several long seconds. Then she got to her feet. No tears. No questions.
She walked out toward my car, climbed into the passenger seat, and buckled her seatbelt.
“Don’t call them,” she said.
I looked at her.
“I’ll tell you where to drive.”
“Where?”
“First, the county courthouse.”
That got my attention immediately.
My parents said to Grandma that they were taking her out to lunch. Three hours later, a nursing facility called me. Her suitcase was sitting in their lobby, and my parents were nowhere to be found.
