« Not yet, » Grandma said. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I stopped immediately.
She kept her hand over mine. « Wait until everybody’s here. »
I looked around the garden. « EVERYBODY IS HERE. »
Grandma shook her head. « Your mother. »
I turned. Mom was inside helping with the cake. My uncle went to get her.
FOR SOME REASON, MY HEART HAD STARTED BEATING HARDER.