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Show -157- Pepperrrint Monday was not enough to lose Russ. We had to move too. We had to lose everything that mattered most. I had to start over in a big high school. I would be too unpopular to run for class president and I doubted I'd be good enough for the volleyball team. A hundred other kids would play the saxophone, all better than me. I would never have another date to a prom or anything else for that matter. I left the table without dessert. I left without being excused either. I went in my room that would not be mine too much longer and sat on my lavender bedspread. My new bedroom would probably have lime green carpet that would look ghastly with all of my lavender things. I hated lime green. I went to see Grandma Ruby early the next morning. I needed to tell someone how awful I was feeling. Grandma was always the first choice when I had problems. I knew there was nothing she could do to keep pa from moving but she could listen. That was worth something. She was right in the middle of a soap opera when I knocked. Normally, I would have sat and watched the show with her before telling her my problem. Nothing in my world was normal anymore. I guess Grandma could tell by my expression that I couldn't last through twenty minutes of a soap opera. She turned the television off immediately and helped me settle comfortably on her pink, velvet couch. "It's still Russ, isn't it?" Grandma's sharp eyes knew I was troubled and Russ seemed the logical reason. Russ' death did still upset me. A lot of things were upsetting me. "Partly," I agreed. "But there's more too. "We're moving soon. Not just to Branson or even Springfield, we're moving to Chicago." I had said |