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Show 44 "You keep up the good work at school, Dyna. If we need you again, I'll get in touch." She nodded soberly, not knowing what to say. Then he was gone and they were left alone, the chasm of Gram's suspicions as wide as ever between them. Gram didn't look at Dyna. She simply turned from the front door and went back to fixing dinner. Dyna trailed her grandmother across the room and out into the kitchen. She leaned against the table, watching as Gram dug in the cupboard for a lid to cover the pan. Why did she feel like crying all of a sudden? It was all over. She'd got off. For once in her life, she'd got off 1 But she had to press her lips together to control her chin. It was so embarrassing to cry. On top of everything else, Gram was turning her back, saying "I'm done with you" in every one of her strong, purposeful movements. Please, Grammy, Dyna begged out of the silence of guilt, let's go rock in the big chair . . . like we used to • • • ,1 need someone to rock me! Somehow Grammy heard. Her face reflecting Dyna's, she turned from the stove and caught the grown-up child in her arms. They held each other tight, without words, for a long time, hearing only the soft boiling sound of the potatoes, comforting promise of dinner. |
