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Show 35 bathroom where she draped them on the edge of the tub. "You home?" Dyna knew something was wrong as soon as she saw her grandmother's face. Sitting grim-lipped at the kitchen table, Gram handed her a small white card without saying a word. Dyna felt the pull in her stomach. She took her time sitting down, reading the card-turning it over in her hands, reading it once more. I'm in trouble again. "Where'd this come from?" Dyna asked at last. "A plainclothesman was here asking for you." "For me?" "He wants you to get in touch with him." "What for?" Gram sighed and stared down at the backs of her hands on the table. The gnarly veins stood out like rivers crossing a white plain. Then she looked up at Dyna, an overload of disappointments clearly showing in her eyes. "You tell me," she said* Why do they do it to you? Dyna wanted to scream. Why do they always stick it to you first? Give it to the old lady for good measure! We'll Ret the kid anyway! God damn the cops! Dyna jumped up, her mouth twisted with fury. She couldn't bear the look on Gram's face, the terrible burning in her stomach, the crushing of her hopes again and again. "Don't look at me like that! I didn't do anything, do you hear?" Dyna'8 chair clattered to the floor as she turned and fled the room. |