

Make your own choices and decide what happens next! “Can’t she wait for her own turn to come, instead of talking about it on Grandfather’s day?” Bram mutters, pushing open the door to Grandfather’s residence.

Nash, and I remember that Grandpa has talked about her before. We hear a disappointed sigh and then a click behind us as the woman closes her door.

“Perhaps,” Mama says, smiling, and she takes my father’s hand and turns her back on the woman. ” She laughs a little, a short, harsh sound, and then she asks, “Can you come and tel me about it afterward?” My mother comes to the rescue, as she and my father always do for each other. He can’t keep himself from glancing down the hal at Grandfather’s closed door. “It is,” my father says, stopping politely to speak with her, even though I know he is eager to see his father. Reyes?” she asks, and she doesn’t even wait for us to answer. One of the doors along the hal opens and an old woman peeks her head out.
