I woke up early to allow myself enough time to pack up what belongings I could. Having the use of only one arm presented me with more challenges than I initially thought it would. However, I’d arisen confident and enthusiastic about returning to my old neighborhood, visiting with Keysha and clearing the air between us. Earlier during the week, my father visited with my counselor, who provided him with a copy of my transcript and other necessary paperwork for me to take back to Thornwood High. His car had been returned from the repair shop. They’d replaced the shattered glass, but hadn’t repainted the car yet. Dad said he knew of a place back home that would take care of repainting his car.Grandmother Lorraine wasn’t as frantic as I was about returning to Illinois. In fact she grumbled continually about having to leave home.“I feel as if I’m being run out of my house.” She raised her voice in opposition to the decision my father had made for her. In spite of my dad’s indifference to her complaints, Grandmother Lorraine didn’t put up too much of a fight and packed for what I believed was going to be an extended stay.Dad spoke with Mr.
