The Email

She said it in such a simple way. “I got an email from Roger.” I sat up and lowered my book. “Really?” I replied. “What he have to say?” She fiddled with knitting needles, making a clacking noise, “Oh nothing. Just mentioning his recent trip to Nepal.” I waited for more. Roger was somebody special in her past, so I knew she’d need a minute to construct a non-threatening reply. “His new grandson is walking now,” she finally added. “That’s nice.” I looked at her, searching for a snippet more information about Roger’s real message. She returned a blank stare.