:: From Barbara’s Blues
Barbara rushed along the hall to the open front door. She was about to dash down the steps when somethuiing prompted her to look back into the kitchen. Grandma Robinson stood, unaware she was being obsereved, leaning against the kitchen table, head bowed, as if praying. And suddenly she looked old and frail.
Barbara hesitated, then her mother gave a pip on the car horn. Well, perhaps Grandma Robinson really was praying, Barabara decided, probably for her safe journey back to Brassington - it was just the kind of thing she would do.
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