I wondered what had happened to them. Were they in jail? Out and about and just hadn’t made contact with me?
“Bubbe?” I said, slipping my hand into hers and quickening my footsteps to match her pace.
“Yes, dear?” she replied, squeezing my hand.
“On Sunday I’m going home.”
“I know,” Bubbe said, giving me a small smile. “We’ll miss you. It’s been so nice having you around, seeing how grown up you’ve become. The house will be so quiet without you.”
I smiled a little, knowing it was all true. Bubbe would miss me.
“So,” Bubbe said, a little more strongly, “if I gave you the choice to stay here for the winter or go home… what would you say?”
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