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"
Grandma
!
Great
-
grandma
!
"
The
rumor
of
what
she
was
doing
dropped
down
the
stairwell
,
hit
,
and
spread
ripples
through
the
rooms
,
out
doors
and
windows
and
along
the
street
of
elms
to
the
edge
of
the
green
ravine
.
"
Here
now
,
here
!
"
The
family
surrounded
her
bed
.
"
Just
let
me
lie
,
"
she
whispered
.
Her
ailment
could
not
be
seen
in
any
microscope
;
it
was
a
mild
but
ever
-
deepening
tiredness
,
a
dim
weighing
of
her
sparrow
body
;
sleepy
,
sleepier
,
sleepiest
.
As
for
her
children
and
her
children
’
s
children
—
it
seemed
impossible
that
with
such
a
simple
act
,
the
most
leisurely
act
in
the
world
,
she
could
cause
such
apprehension
.
"
Great
-
grandma
,
now
listen
—
what
you
’
re
doing
is
no
better
than
breaking
a
lease
.
This
house
will
fall
down
without
you
.
You
must
give
us
at
least
a
year
’
s
notice
!
"
Great
-
grandma
opened
one
eye
.
Ninety
years
gazed
calmly
out
at
her
physicians
like
a
dust
-
ghost
from
a
high
cupola
window
in
a
fast
-
emptying
house
.
"
Tom
.
.
.
?
"
The
boy
was
sent
,
alone
,
to
her
whispering
bed
.
"
Tom
,
"
she
said
,
faintly
,
far
away
,
"
in
the
Southern
Seas
there
’
s
a
day
in
each
man
’
s
life
when
he
knows
it
’
s
time
to
shake
hands
with
all
his
friends
and
say
good
-
bye
and
sail
away
,
and
he
does
,
and
it
’
s
natural
—
it
’
s
just
his
time
.
That
’
s
how
it
is
today
.
I
’
m
so
like
you
sometimes
,
sitting
through
Saturday
matinees
until
nine
at
night
when
we
send
your
dad
to
bring
you
home
.
Tom
,
when
the
time
comes
that
the
same
cowboys
are
shooting
the
same
Indians
on
the
same
mountaintop
,
then
it
’
s
best
to
fold
back
the
seat
and
head
for
the
door
,
with
no
regrets
and
no
walking
backward
up
the
aisle
.
So
,
I
’
m
leaving
while
I
’
m
still
happy
and
still
entertained
"
