

The Watcher: A Memorial Day Story


When I was young, we usually ate dinner at Granny's house before going home for the night. My mother worked in an office all day, so Granny kept us after school and all day during the summer and other school breaks. Granny always talked about how she hated to cook, but she sure could make the house smell wonderful as she prepared dinner. The grown-ups would gather around the heavy wooden table that