CHAPTER 8
So maybe at this point, the first thing you’d expect me to do is run to Granny and check to make sure she was all right, except I didn’t. See, I’d never really stopped being sad on account of Grandmother dying back in the old days, and I was so scared of Uncle too and his cursing, and I swear on the Dear Leader, Teacher, I was sure that crash was enough to kill a teeny little thing like Granny ’cause she weren’t no bigger than one of the bittiest girls at school, like maybe Becky Linklater or one of the other scrawny ones like that. So I didn’t want to wait around and see no more corpses ’cause the Pyongyang-perfect truth was I still had nightmares about the one I seen at Grandmother’s funeral, and that’s why I run away.
You know how I explained to you about the starving scale?
