It"s nice sitting here on Grandma"s lap with Cissy. There"s room for just the two of us. Before she just held Jarrod and never held us anymore.
Grandma is holding us tight and telling us how beautiful and brave we are. She wants us to say a prayer for Jarrod"s soul and ask the angels to guide him. Great lumps of water are running down her cheeks and making funny, pink squiggly lines. Cissy keeps wiggling so I take her hands and help her fold them.
“My brave, beautiful, little girls,” Grandma sobs again. “To think you"re only five.” She was hugging me extra tight.
We could hear sirens coming and Mama ran to the door. She is still carrying Jarrod, all wrapped up in that awful, blue blanket he always chewed on. Only now his skin looks all white and blue.
All sorts of people start running
