going to manage getting her there and being at your

cafe? Breakfast is a big deal for you and Tyler, isn't

it? Don't you have to be there, too? Or will she ride a

school bus? Has that all been looked into, Zipporah?" "She doesn't have to ride a school bus. It's no

problem. The school's not far from the cafe, and she

has to be there early enough so it will work for me,

Mom. She can even use my car lots of times, too." "She hasn't driven very much since she got her

license," Grandma said, making it sound like a complaint.

"So, she'll drive some here. Stop all this

worrying." My grandmother nodded and looked at

me.

"Did your father call you?"

I shook my head but looked to Aunt Zipporah.

"He didn't call the restaurant," she said. "Jesse would

know that's where we would be."

"He told me he was going to call you to discuss

this decision you've made about your senior year," she

said, anger and disappointment in her voice. I was

disappointed, too. I wanted my father to have more

and more interest in me and my future.

My grandfather stepped in behind us.

"That's a pretty nice studio, Zipporah. I never

really looked at it before today. Airy and bright, and

its own little kitchenette and bathroom. I bet that

sculptor spent days in there without coming out." "I hope that's not what Alice will do," my

grandmother said sharply.

"Well, she'll have the privacy she needs," he

said, smiling. "Isn't it time to get to the cafe? I'm

looking forward to lunch," he said, rubbing his palms

together. "What's that special I like, Zipporah? It's still

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