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Show Chapter Two Good old fat lady-I mean Grandma Peterson. Wish she could come see us again. But now that we're way up here in Lovell, I guess it's too long a trip. I still don't know about this journal. I'd much rather be taking Jerry to the neighbors or driving around on the wagon with Mama, taking care of people who really need it. There she goes again--Mama's peeking at me through the window. I don't know what she's thinking. With these legs of mine all curled under me, I can't go anywhere. I guess she just worries, It's good Frank isn't here to see me like this. It would be bad for him. He was such a big softie, he always hurt when I hurt. I can't forget how hurt he was that day in Almy . . . Frank used to take Nettie for walks and long talks of many things, mostly of Frank having his own land someday, of leaving the dark, dirty coal mines and working all day in the open air. Nettie would nod and smile and add, "And I could come visit you a lot, couldn't I, Frank?" Frank's answer was always the same. "Why, Sissy, it wouldn't be my_ place without you around to brighten it up I" Sometimes they talked of seeing Utah and Arizona and that fabulous far-off place, California. "Someday maybe we can go to San Francisco, Nettie, and see one of |