As she walked around the curve in the road, she slowed, dragging her feet through the gravel and dust.
She could handle it, she thought, the note weighting down her backpack. How would they react?
She knew if she could just explain first, they would understand why she had to do it. She HAD to do it; they must realize that.
As she neared the house, she could smell the garlicy sauce, she would make the spaghetti to go with the sauce, she and Grama did their best talking in the kitchen, it was going to be OK after all.
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