My Grandma Kept a Notebook Nobody Knew About

why that broke me. Maybe because it was stupid. Maybe because grief likes stupid things.

I made tea the way Grandma liked it.

Milk first, even though I still thought that was criminal.

I put one cup by the blue chair and one by mine. Mine went cold while I read the notebook.

Not all of it. I couldn’t.

I opened near the end.

October 3. Emma brought stew and continue reading …