I didn’t have to do much more than get up for his night feeding. The second night we were home, Bonnie joined me on the divan and stroked Willie’s dimpled fist while I held the bottle.“I bet your aunt Eyes and uncle Mitch would like to meet your brother. Maybe we should call them. Do you know where they live?”Bonnie shrugged. “Aunt Eyes got mad.”“At you? Or your momma?”“Momma. Told her to go on and get out.” She yawned and leaned next to me. In an instant she was asleep, leaving me with more questions than answers.The next day Mary Frances marched into the quarters.“I’ve come to see my grandson.” That’s the way she was. Cut her some slack and she usually came around. She cradled him in her arms and kissed his forehead. “Would you look at that? He smiled at me.”“It was just gas, MeMaw,” Rosey told her, now an expert in all things related to newborns. I let Mary Frances have a chance to get to know Willie by slipping into the office to do some book work.Again that evening she paid a visit, so while she fussed over Willie, I went out front and sat on the steps.
