The California Moores Visit

It was such a good thing - this visit. She needed to see him - she NEEDED to see him. He needed to see her.
She wanted a cigarette but she didn't want to leave his side. She didn't want this evening to end.
She climbed in the car, wrestled with the seatbelt, the car door closed. Finally the barrier she had dreaded was there. She waved and forced a smile that was more of a grimace. She did not want to cry.
"Granny looked scared," one of the grandkids said as the car pulled away.
"Well, Sis was driving - what'd you expect?" he joked. What else could he say? "She is scared, Sweetheart. She is scared she will not see us again. She is scared."