The cruel remark.
If you’re too old to handle shopping, maybe stay home.
“I’m sorry,” Mom whispered automatically.
Helen reached toward the card reader.
But she didn’t take the card from her hand.
Instead, she held the machine steady.
“Try again.”
Mom did.
This time, the card slid into place.
Helen looked directly at her.
“Take your time.”
Mom gave a weak smile.
“I’ve already made you wait long enough.”
Helen’s eyes filled again.
“You don’t have to apologize for making me wait.”
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She reached across the counter and placed her hand over Mom’s.
Margaret laughed.
Then cried.
Then somehow did both at once.
When we finally left the store, Helen walked outside with us.
Under the awning, she turned the newborn photograph over again.
The baby Margaret needed more than me.
Mom touched the faded words.
“She was wrong.”
“I know,” Helen said.
“I wish I could tell her.”
Helen looked at my mother for a long moment.
Then said:
“You just did.”
Mom reached up and touched Helen’s cheek.
Neither woman moved for several seconds.
