CHAPTER 33
Kennedy expected to sneak past the prayer room and make her way upstairs undetected, but when she came out of the bathroom, there was Grandma Lucy in the hallway, staring at her.
“I thought you might have a hard time sleeping. Won’t you come and sit with me for a spell?” Without another word, she took Kennedy’s hand and led her into her private sanctuary, some sort of converted greenhouse with glass walls on all three sides overlooking a perfectly clear night sky. She never saw stars like this in Cambridge.
“Have a seat.” Grandma Lucy plunked Kennedy down in an overstuffed loveseat that looked like it must be Connie’s age or older. Grandma Lucy pulled up her rocking chair and sat so close to Kennedy that their knees touched.
“Now, child, here we are.” Grandma Lucy spoke in a
