Earlier in the week, I had wished that I didn"t have to go to school so as not to miss out on anything. Today, Granny keeps me home, but it"s not a happy day. She"s keeping me home, so I can help pack up my room.
Willa is weeping and trying to box up the kitchen stuff while Billy is doing the same thing up in their home. I worry about my auntie, seeing she is losing the one place she always felt safe.
Twice, I stop and go to her, putting my arms around her and patting her back.
I whisper, "The judge ain"t gonna allow this. Just you wait and see." Both of us know that might not happen. Still, she kisses my cheek, and the crying slows for a few minutes.
Granny is wandering "round from her bedroom to the parlor and back to her room. She"ll pick up something and start to box it up but then
