When the summer came to a close, and it was time to return to school, the grandmother was despondent at her leaving, so attached had she grown to her. “I wish you would stay,” the matriarch said, looking forlorn and hoping to convince her still. Miss reminded her that she would need to be leaving. “There was a time,” the matriarch said, in warning and regret, “when I could have made you stay.” She adjusted herself, her voice trailing off at her impotence….
