By Lillian Pontius-Goldblatt
She was watching a science fiction TV show with her grandmother in the house on the very steep hill. The night before she’d lain on her back on top of the sheets on her bed listening to the saddest song on a very sad album over and over. She’d cried some, but not very much or for very long (though the music was up loud enough, no one would have heard; she made sure of that). This was the first time her grandma had come over; they had only moved into the small house on the very steep hill a week before.
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lillian pontius-goldblatt
January 19, 2009 at 7:25pm
