“WHAT YOU DOING, SUGAR?” asked Grandma Engel. Her tall, stocky frame took up most of the narrow space at the end of the hall, and with the dim lamplight from the living room shining behind her, Grandma Engel’s silhouette had the makings of Frankenstein.
Frankie jumped. “For the love of Pete!”
Grandma Engel clapped her hands and slapped the wall. “Scared you, did I?”
Frankie was tempted to throw the photograph back into the cupboard, forget what she’d seen, and challenge Grandma Engel to a game of setback. That certainly would have been the easiest thing to do. But by her count she had more questions than answers, and the questions were still coming. For example, in the last few seconds, this one: Did Daddy have another wife someplace else? And this one: Did he have a different family? A different life?
Alas, the real question was, what would happen if the answer turned out to be yes?