Excerpt:

“I can’t believe you’re not going to open it!” Jason said. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”

Maggie tightened her hands around he brown-paper-wrapped parcel on her lap. It was a little smarter than a shoebox, and yes, she did want to know what it was

- But not here. Not now, with Mom and Dad and Jason all staring at me....I need to be by myself. And I need to be on the couch.

 “C’mon, Mags.” Jason changed his tone to a wheedle. “You got to see mine.”

He’d opened his gift right away — a bunch of photos of famous sports stars. Really famous — people like Tiger Woods and Lance Armstrong and Michael Jordon, all the photos autographed with a personal message to Jason. Gee must have been collecting them for years.

Grandpa Gee, a photojournalist. For almost fifty years he’d traveled all around the world taking pictures. War. Nature. People. Sports. There was no subject he wasn’t interested in. His real name was George — George Keane — but he’d always signed his photos G. Keane, so everyone called him Gee.

Jason and Maggie were Henschlers — Gee was Mom’s father — but Gee’s name was part of theirs. Jason Keane Henschler and Margaret Keane Henschler. Maggie liked that Keane was her middle name, not hyphenated. She loved Dad’s family too, but in her heart — in the middle of her — she felt like she was mostly Keane.

Mom and Dad had been to see Gee’s lawyer and brought back the gifts Gee had left to Jason and Maggie in his will.

“Jason,” Dad said, “Maggie’s call.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason muttered.

Maggie looked at Dad gratefully. Then she took her parcel and went to sit on the couch in the study, where she’d been spending most of her time since the funeral.