I know I would have. But by the time we got over the surprise of her being there at all she was gone. “Will she really tell?” Jessie asked. I nodded. “Allison is the biggest tattletale in the state. She’ll tell. What are we going to do, Gramps?” He shrugged. “Not much to do, is there? Like we did with the little critter, just wait and see what happens.” His words were reassuring, but his face was grim. That night, none of us talked much at supper. Mother looked across the table at Gramps and asked, “How did the interview with Miss Ryderson go today?” He grunted. “She brought him a test,” I offered. “But she didn’t have time for him to take it.” “Why not?” “’Cause your sister Louise and her kid dropped by for a chat right about the time she got here,” Gramps said sourly. He stuffed a piece of roll in his mouth and started chewing vigorously, as if to say he wasn’t going to discuss it any further. Mother paused with her fork in the air, halfway to her mouth with a bite of salad.
