After a moment, she touched the lace collar and said, “He never saw me in this again. Not even once.”

We both smiled, thinking she meant Grandpa. But then she turned to Mom and asked, softly:
“Do you think he’ll recognize me… when I tell him the truth?”

Mom paused. “Who, Ma?”

She blinked, then whispered a name neither of us had ever heard before.

Not Grandpa’s.