That's it, just I'm sorry, but I honestly don't know what to think so I just stare at her with my mouth agape. Violet looks at me for a few seconds, her big brown eyes wavering. But when I offer no words in return she shifts her gaze to her shoes and simply shuffles out the front door.
“ You can't hold a grudge forever Red,” Grandma signs. “It's not healthy.”
I skirt around the issue of Violet by pull ing the moon pie and RC Cola from my backpack and plac ing them on the dining room table. “What big eyes you have, Grandma.”
“Oh Red.” Grandma steps over and wraps me in her warm embrace.
While Grandma is bound and determined to squeeze a little love into me, Grandpa pokes his head out of the kitchen and finger-spells the word Jambalaya. And with my chin still resting on Gran's shoulder
