Our 21-year-old goddaughter is visiting from college this weekend, and as happens whenever she is here, this evening found us lingering around the dinner table chatting long after the dishes had been cleared. "Do you know what?" she asked as the conversation meandered through the family. "I had no idea until recently that my grandparents were divorced!"
We nodded sympathetically, knowing that her grandmother had passed away the day after she was born. Her grandfather was already remarried, but she was unaware of the timeline.
Well," I laughed, "you are officially an adult now. You're going to get all the dirt now."
A little while later, we made good on that. We were reminiscing about her mom and Heidi coming to Virginia together for a summer job. "That's how I met Larry," Heidi told her.
"How did my mom know him again?" she asked.
"They were dating!" Heidi said.
Her eyes widened. "So that's the guy before my dad," she replied, connecting the dots. "I have questions!"
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