Grandma Lolo's Story
"Wow… that was a thrilling story," Rain breathed, her wide hazel eyes glinting in the low flicker of the firelight.
I looked at her. Looked long and deep. That kind of look that makes a soul uneasy. Then I spoke, my voice steady, but weighed down by memories too heavy for one heart.
"Child… that's not a story."
I let the words hang in the air like a storm cloud, then gave her a sharp, stern look that made her shift in her seat. "That's the truth."
Rain's mouth twitched like she wanted to say something smart, but thought better of it. Instead, she pressed her finger to her temple and looked down, as if trying to figure a puzzle in her mind.
"What is it, girl? You've got something sitting on your tongue — out with it."
