`Well, that's good, isn't it, child?"
"I don't know," I insisted.
Granny looked disappointed. I was tired of disappointing her.
"Yes," I said. "It's very good. Granny?"
"What is it, Star?"
"Tomorrow, after breakfast, would you take me to the cemetery where Steve is buried?"
She looked at me, her eyes filling quickly with fear. "It'll be all right, Granny. I promise. I just want to say good-bye, Granny. I never said good-bye. And it's time." Granny nodded.
"Okay," she said. "If you think it's time, then it's time
"Thank you, Granny. Granny?"
"Yes, child."
"I love you."
She smiled. "And I love you, child."
It can't all be bad then, I thought.
Can it?