When my grandmother walked into the school office alone I think I nearly crapped myself. She didn’t even look my way as she was greeted by the Vice Principal and then escorted to his office. No more than two minutes later she came out, motioned for me to come with her and we left.
“What’s going on?” I asked even before we were out of the school.
“Not right now.” Grandmother said.
As I was escorted out of the school I stopped, turned, looked my grandmother in the eye and was about to speak when she put a finger to my mouth.
“All in due time,” was all she said.
I tried to ask more questions but she had taken hold of my arm and was in essence dragging me to the car while she sniffled into a lace handkerchief.