Well, with a show like this coming up, I certainly wasn't going to let her miss it.
The moment Summer found out she was about to become a grandmother, she set off firecrackers in the village for an entire day. Every dog and pig within a mile was howling from dawn to dusk.
"Your Maxwell is finally going to be a father!"
"And it's twins!"
Granny Perkins, the widowed old lady from the neighborhood, clasped my hands, so moved she was on the verge of tears.
I squeezed her hands tight. "Granny, the pregnant one isn't me."
The shock hit her so hard the tears she'd been about to shed retreated right back into her eyes.
"That boy of theirs has been a handful since he was little. Just be patient with him. Be the bigger person."
I smiled and nodded. "I know. The children come first, after all."
Granny said, "I knew I wasn't wrong about you. When Maxwell divorces you, I'll put in a good word, make sure you get a fair share of the money."
I told her, "Everything Maxwell has right now is mine."
"I gave it to him, and I can take it all back."
"But since he's making me a mother without any of the labor pains, I'll let it slide."