I didn’t know Grams was so popular.
A voice behind startled me out of a trance. “Jay, I came to see if you needed anything. I know I wasn’tinvited, but I didn’t want you to be alone. I’ve been watching you all night—well, not all night. Maybe for the past twenty minutes.”
I turned and was surprised to see Anna Perkins standing in the shadows behind me.
“Sit,” I said. “Thanks for coming.”
“The scuttlebutt at school informed me.”
“Sorry. I don’t like talking about personal family issues with others.”
“It’s fine. How are you? Do you need anything? I could come by your house later with a homemade cake. What do you like? Do you have a favorite flavor? Chocolate? Vanilla? I could just pick one up at the bakery—”
“I’m good, Anna. Thanks, but no thanks.”
“I cried a lot when my grandmother died. I think it was four, maybe five years ago. We were close, as close as you and your grandmother were. Aren’t grandparents fantastic? They’re so special.”