Grandma s House
GRANDMA'S HOUSE By Lisa Lovelace Over the river and through the woods... It all started late one sunny afternoon when I was eleven years old, while Mother was getting dressed to take Father to the wedding of the daughter of one of her close friends, way down in Pullman. She called to me from her bedroom. "Liam! I think I left my tea in the kitchen. Would you bring it to me, please?" I did, and walked into my parents' bedroom to find Mother dressed in a short dressing gown....