Chapter 8
WE FOUND THE SMALL apothecary three blocks down.
By that time, I’d already had a dozen conversations with my grandparents inside my own head. Surely, they wouldn’t blame me for my mother keeping us away? Surely, they would want to meet me and get to know me?
I wanted to know them... I had to know them.
To know one’s roots was the way to know one’s self.
Or so I’d read.
And I wanted to know who I was better than I already did.
Perhaps, my father would set up a meeting for me with his parents. Then I could see where I came from. Why I was the black sheep within the beauty circle of my sisters and mother? I had always felt like an outcast. Maybe, with them, things would be different.
I had to come from somewhere.
“Here’s the shop,” Matlock said, and smiled at a local woman
