Grandma reached for his hand.
“You were such a little boy.”
He laughed shakily.
“I was.”
“You kept asking for your mommy.”
His smile trembled.
“I remember.”
Grandma swallowed.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help her.”
Thomas squeezed her hand.
“There’s someone I want you to meet.”
He turned toward the door.
Grandma watched as a woman gently pushed a wheelchair through the doorway.
Thomas stepped toward it.
“Mom, there’s someone here for you.”
Grandma’s hand flew to her mouth.
An elderly woman sat beneath a soft blue blanket.
Her silver hair was neatly pinned.
One hand rested stiffly in her lap.
Thomas knelt beside her.
“Mom, remember the woman who carried me out of the fire?”
The woman nodded.
“Of course.”
Thomas looked toward Grandma.
“We found her.”
The woman lifted her eyes.
She saw the green coat.
Then Grandma’s face.
Her mouth opened.
“Oh, my goodness.”
Grandma gripped my arm.
