Downstairs, Stephanie stayed quiet. She didn’t come near us—she never did when Grandma was around. There was something about the way Grandma looked right through her that made her uneasy.
For two hours, Grandma worked.
With trembling hands, she scrubbed stains, stitched seams, and refused to give up. Lemon juice and peroxide lifted the marks. Careful stitches brought the torn fabric back together.
