Chapter Fifteen
Milo
My grandmother's talks diminished as I got older. I started finding television and my friends more entertaining than her stories. I began to forget about her tales of my impending lot in life and had written off her outlandish ideas, much as my mother had. I saw her stories as a sad and lonely attempt to gain my attention.
My mother was still distracted and cold to her, and my grandmother was now even more isolated and alone without me to entertain. She walked for hours in the lava and sage-covered canyon, and to my surprise, she never invited me to join her. It was her solace away from the sad and lonely life with the only family she still had.
But when my back started to ache, her stories came back to me in great detail. She had explained that when I came of age,
