Chapter 11
Billie didn’t know what to expect from a grandmother.
A lot of her friends back at her old school had them. Some kids had two. And she knew one boy who had four grandmothers, which was just confusing.
She supposed she could tolerate having one. Maybe. If she was nice and didn’t pinch Billie’s cheeks, because she’d heard grandmothers did that. Except that Uncle Scooter had made her put on a clean shirt after school. She’d spilled paint on her school shirt and it would wash off, it was fine. But no, she had to change. She had to look presentable and not like a hoyden, whatever that was.
And then she had to comb her hair, which was just…Mom had always brushed her hair at bedtime and braided it up, so in the morning it was untangled and had a little crinkle to it. Uncle Scooter
