Chapter 8: Childhood RoomTwo hours following the end of the Thanksgiving feast and my grandparents are the last to leave.
My family is giving Grammy and Pappy their farewells, hugs and kisses, warm embraces and well-wishes. I stagger over and loosely hug Pappy first, then Grammy, doing my best to show them my love but also not eject my stomach contents.
“You look so good today,” Grammy remarks. I stand back, puzzled. I love her dearly, so should I tell her to go and get her eyes checked? She elaborates. “Still sewing?”
“Uh, yes!” It’s about the clothes because if I look as I feel, then I must be a fish person because I am green in the gills.
“Can’t even tell now.” She makes an assessment of my blouse, pulling at the sleeve. “If you told me you got it from a fancy designer store, I woul
