The back door slammed shut, rattling the window beside my bed. It woke me with a start, my room just above the kitchen. Mama yelled and locked the door. I peeked out. Dad stormed across the yard toward the car. I vowed to stay awake long enough to sneak downstairs and let him in when he came back. If he came back. But I was too little to stay awake.
At my grandmother's––a Trailways bus ride away from their angry voices––I played with a tin doll house. Downstairs a living room, kitchen and pantry. Upstairs a bath and bedroom, which opened onto a cobblestone patio. I longed to curl up on the pink plastic bed, beside a window that did not rattle.
At my grandmother's––a Trailways bus ride away from their angry voices––I played with a tin doll house. Downstairs a living room, kitchen and pantry. Upstairs a bath and bedroom, which opened onto a cobblestone patio. I longed to curl up on the pink plastic bed, beside a window that did not rattle.