« No. Tonight is your night. » She smoothed a curl off my forehead. « The story will keep. »
A car horn honked outside.
My friend Mia had arrived to pick me up.
« That’s my ride. »
Grandma Evelyn cupped my face in both her hands. « Promise me something. »
« Tell me now. »
« Anything. »
« Walk into that gym like you belong there. Because you do. »
« I promise. »
She kissed my forehead.
I picked up my small silver clutch and headed for the door, the blue skirt swishing softly around my ankles.
« I promise. »
At the doorway, I turned back.
She stood in the golden afternoon light, one hand resting on the sewing machine that had been her whole world.
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