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Show 15-3 "He looks like he used to, don't you think?" I asked. I didn't really think he did, not completely, but I wanted to reassure her. "Yes, but I hope he doesn't overdo. He will, you know, then be sick again, and me left to worry. That man." She stayed where she was but I could tell by the trembling of her voice how upset she was. "Do you want me to go with him?" "No, he'll only be angry with me if we fret him. He just got up this morning and said he was getting up. Whatever I said. So we'll have to let him do what he wants." "Grandmother, could I look at Uncle Paul's medals again?" She lowered her hand from her eyes and looked at me. "Paul's medals?" "Yes'm. The ones on the velvet." She looked again out at Grandfather and then turned toward the darkness of the house. "Come on in. Of course you can see them. The pride of the family." Before I climbed the steps to the porch to follow her, I looked back at Grandfather. "Hi, Grandfather," I called and waved. He didn't hear me. I climbed the steps and looked back again. The only sound from the hot yard was the cluck-cluck-cluck from the hens and the rustling from the plants as Grandfather walked among them. The house seemed cold and I shivered. I couldn't see for a minute and stood in the doorway to the kitchen while my eyes adjusted. Grandmother was in the front room. I could hear her quiet humming. She was sitting on the hard sofa, with the tray of medals in her lap. I came in and sat beside her and watched as she rearranged and adjusted and smoothed the gleaming ribbons and stars. They were beautiful, but I did not see one like the one Andrew said he should have, the |