yesterday. What was she, sick or something?" "No, not exactly," I said. He stared at me. I'd never make a good Logan, I thought. I couldn't keep the truth from pressing its face right up against the
window pane.
"You have something to tell me?"
"Yes."
He nodded and looked away. Then he wiped his
hands and walked to the window that faced the ocean.
He stood there for a while staring out. I wiped my
hands and brushed down my clothes. He took a deep
breath and then turned back to me.
"Grandma Belinda told me things," I said.
"They were keeping her shut up and giving her some
medicine that made her dopey, but she told me
things."
"What sort of things?" he asked.
"Things about my mother, about how she was
born."
"Uh-huh," he said staring at me so oddly, his
face so still, it looked chiseled from marble itself. "As Holly told you, I then went to see Grandma
Olivia. She denied everything," I said with disgust.
"She continued the lies, but I knew they were lies. I
just knew it," I said.
"And so?"
"I went to see your father."
"I see." He looked out the window again. Might get some rain later today," he said.
"Looks like some boomers coming out of the
northeast." He looked down and then crossed to the
sink to get himself a glass of water. "Want some?" "No thanks." I didn't move. He went to the sofa
and sat down. After a moment he turned back to me. "I didn't lie to you, Melody," he said., "I just
didn't tell you everything I knew. It was more painful
for me, believe me," he said.