My grandmother, Sophia Gorman, met me at the baggage claim in San Francisco.
She wore a 49ners' cap over her curly gray hair, and she waved at me like I was a celebrity or something. I guess I was – sort of. My mom had just married Justin McGraff, the famous fashion consultant to the stars.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. Mom met Justin when he hired her to defend him in a lawsuit. The next thing I knew, the two of them were going out for sushi. When Mom invited him home for a sleepover, I knew Justin was a keeper. I didn't care, 'cause Justin made Mom happy.
"Autumn," Grams says, hugging me. Her 49ners' cap falls to the floor. The both of us try to pick it up at the same time and our heads collide.
Grandmother reacts first. "I've got it," she says. She smiles. "So, my daughter is off to Europe on her honeymoon?"
"Paris," I say. "And then Venice."
"Very nice," she says. "I always knew she'd find a man with money. But," she adds, "she's done very well on her own as a defense attorney."
"Yeah. You're right, grandma. She has."
"It wasn't easy for her," Granny continues, "raising you and studying late into the night. But it paid off. Marrying Justin McGraff! He's fashion consultant to the stars, you know."
I nod. "And now he's taken her to Europe. And I'm staying with you, my Oma."
"That's right, Autumn," Grand-mere replies. "Shall we go over it once more, or do you think the readers have it now?"
"Let's do another pratfall," I suggest. "Just to break up the exposition."
Opening: Irene.....Continuation: Batgirl