The short drive had given me an opportunity to carefully plan how I would tell her that Charity wanted to see Libby. Lucky for me, Oscar answered the phone. “This has to be done,” I told him after I’d brought him up to speed. “I know.” He sounded totally defeated. “She’s a very nice woman. She was impressed that you and Tinkie had scheduled an appointment for Libby at the children’s hospital.” “I hope she lets us take her. The foot is delicate. A botched removal could plague Libby for years to come.” “Look, Charity is a sensible woman. Let’s see what she says.” “Do you want to relay this information to Tinkie?” That question let me know how much Oscar dreaded telling his wife that Libby’s grandmother had been found and was coming to call. “No.” I was his equal in cowardice. “I can’t tell her. I can’t.” “It’s okay. It’s my place.” He sounded like a man walking to his death. “I’ll pack up her things and have them ready. The one thing we don’t want to do is upset Mrs.
