CHAPTER 50
From the greenhouse room, I can see the sky turn that shade of pale violet you only see in the winter. The sun will be setting any minute now. I’ve got to get home or I’ll be late fixing dinner.
So much for turning into Supermom who can take care of the cooking, cleaning, and child-rearing. I didn’t even last a full day.
Grandma Lucy and I have finished our snacks. She’s sipping her tea, rocking slowly back and forth, back and forth, like I’ll be here all night and well into the morning. People like that make me uncomfortable, people who don’t realize some folks follow something called a schedule.
I don’t feel any better after telling Grandma Lucy about Natalie, and I wonder why I bothered to come at all. The urge that tugged me so strongly here now feels immature and irresp
