Three days later, Rachel called me.

I expected another fight.

Instead, Caleb was crying in the background, and her voice sounded irritated but quieter than usual.

“He wants Grandma,” Rachel said. “I told him we can’t just go over.”

I waited.

“And?”

“And he asked why.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I said Grandma has plans.”

There was a pause.

“She did have plans, right?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes her plan is resting.”

Rachel said nothing for a moment.

Then she replied, “I know.”

The words were small, but they mattered.

“You can ask her about another day.”

“I already texted. I’m waiting.”

The new arrangement wasn’t perfect, but it held.

Rachel called before visiting.

Evan covered one weekday.

The after-school program handled two afternoons.