My parents will find out and be devastated. I wonder what my grandmother will think of the fact that I was a kleptomaniac. I only stole from her one time. I took a bracelet from her jewelry box when I was visiting her four years ago. She asked me about it on my next visit. But I just acted like I didn’t know anything. I guess I look like an honest person because she believed me. Only Sadie saw through me. Maybe because we spent so much time together. Or maybe we had a real and true connection. I’m standing in Tate’s front yard beside a rhododendron. My grandmother accidentally killed a rhododendron when I was a kid. She didn’t catch its root rot in time. The whole thing died. When she realized she couldn’t save it, she swore at it. “You dying shit!” she’d yelled. I’d never heard her swear before. “Maybe it will grow back,” I’d told her. “That’s not how gardening works. After you murder a bush, it’s dead forever.” “Sorry,” I’d said. “I don’t think it’s really anybody’s fault.
