“Grandma! Is this your house? Is this your house? Is this the house with the lizards?”
“It is,” I said. “There are lots of lizards. In the orange grove.”
Caleb screamed. He ran off the porch and around the side of the house.
Chloe walked up slowly.
She stopped at the bottom of the porch steps.
She looked at the house. The porch. The swing.
The sign.
She read it.
Out loud. Very quietly.
“Every house needs a porch for the second cup.”
She looked at me.
“That’s Grandpa’s sign,” she said. “From the garage.”
“It is.”
She looked at the window seat. Upstairs. In the front bedroom. Through the window. With a cushion and pillows.
“That was going to be my room,” she said.
“It’s still a nice room,” I said. “You can sleep in it. Anytime you want.”
Chloe’s face crumpled.
She came up the steps.
