“I pulled out the kitchen chair, sat, tried not to freak out. The sight of Grandma measuring ingredients into a bowl made me want to hurl. Grandma’s baking meant one of two things: either she was trying to cope or trying not to explode. Hopefully, if she exploded it wouldn’t be in my direction. “Somebody had to go see Rabbit,” I said. “You were gone! I had no choice! Okay, I had two choices, but that was the better one. So don’t even think about reprimanding me. If you’d told me what you... were up to then I wouldn’t have been there with Stavros and his camera. Also, not to be judgmental, but you broke a man out of prison. That’s not exactly sound decision-making.” I’d made the mistake of standing mid-rant, after Grandma had commanded me to sit. Grandma wasn’t a woman you defied unless you wanted to wind up standing at the bottom of that hole in Turkey, with a lot of dirt taking a nap on your head.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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