Chapter 5
Remembering that my grandmother was likely still exhausted from the day before, I ran down the stairs to get to the door before whoever it was woke her, but I was too late. She was already there, hand on the knob to open the door. At first I thought she was still wearing her clothes from yesterday. But no, she had been wearing a blue flannel shirt yesterday, not the red and green checked one I saw now.
How many knocks had there been that I had slept through? Or had she sensed trouble coming and dressed before it even arrived on our doorstep?
I thought about going back up the stairs and getting dressed myself, but my curiosity was too strong. I lingered on the bottom step and leaned over the rail to see who was out there as my grandmother swung the door open.
"Good morning, Ca
