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Show 242 But at the threshold she stopped, looking back at Sharon. "You're like your dad, you know. An awfully lot like your dad." "What do you mean?" "Oh, I don't know. Just something about you." Lynn hesitated. "I guess it's the way you are with people. The way you talk with people. Do you know what I mean?" "Not exactly." "I'm sorry. I can't explain it." So now Sharon was alone in the room with Granny. What had Lynn meant? It was strange that Lynn should see this in her, when she herself had not been aware of it. Her father had been outgoing, you always knew what he was thinking. But she wasn't like that, was she? What do others see in us, she wondered, that we ourselves can not see? Granny stirred, and Sharon moved over from the couch to the chair, beside her rocker, and reached out and placed her hand on Granny's, sqeezing it. "How are you doing?" Granny smiled, her eyes smiling, and held up the empty shot glass in her hand. "I hope this doesn't put me to sleep*" she said. "Peggy gives me one of these every night before I go to bed. And it usually works." "So you're sleeping well?" "Almost always. I sleep in the bedroom with Peggy. Now that Lynn and the kids are here, Billy's moved out of his room. He sleeps there on the couch. It makes him cranky, during the day." Sharon patted her hand; it was a small bundle of bones. But when Granny turned |
