Bethany rises from the porch swing with a small smile upon her face. My heart rapidly pounds inside my chest, I am light-headed, and my palms are sweaty as I open the door. Alma sits near the front door in her reading chair book in hand. Libby is on her blanket, arms fully extended, chest and head held up, looking my way a huge drooling smile on her face.
Alma doesn't rise from her chair. “Bethany it is so nice to see you in person. I hope your drive was good."
“Thank you," Bethany responds a large smile upon her face. “It feels like I've been here many times before. I love our video calls." She leans to her left peeking around me. “Who is this precious baby girl?"
Alma looks to me. I only have a moment to decide to share the truth or lie stating we are babysitting. “This is Liberty.
