The meal was conducted in awkward silence until Ya-Ya started the conversation peppering Franklin with questions. He was cajoled into talking about himself, growing up with a single mother in Chicago, his stepfather and his two younger siblings both of whom were married with families while he remained a bachelor.
Once he had run out of things to talk about Franklin looked at Ya-Ya who gave him a pointed look and nodded toward the still silent Aubrey. His brow furrowed until he realized she expected him to ask the questions.
“So, Aubrey…tell me about yourself,” Franklin hesitantly prodded.
She chewed her food carefully, “Well, you know it was a normal, not normal, childhood.”
For the most part her childhood had been a happy one despite losing her mother so early. Ya-Ya tenderly encourag
