Chapter 34
Remembering what my grandfather had said about my mother’s belongings, I’d asked Galena, the cook, to show me where they were being kept. She’d taken me to a small storage shed at the back of the house, where I’d settled in with my food and a pair of scissors, slicing open boxes and rifling through old memorabilia.
There wasn’t much. Clothes that looked close to my size, maybe a little smaller. Books in French, English, Arabic and Turkish. Notes from school, a few stuffed animals. I’d kind of been hoping for a journal of some kind, but if she’d had one, it wasn’t here. I flipped through some old composition notebooks filled with a girl’s tight, looping script. She’d obviously been a serious student, taking detailed, organized notes in a way I never had. Every once in a while I
