My brother and new stepbrothers were also trying to find their way in this new dynamic, while my mother and step father circled each uncertainly, and the housekeeper kept us all in a tight divided line of us against them.
Grandma is 90 now. She does not cook anymore. But she loves to watch me. She'll mix the matzoh balls if I encourage her. She'll offer advice if I insist, but with her fingers crossed. Because she honestly thinks I do it better than she does. She is wrong.