She opened the back door and pushed me in as another, much older rust bucket of a car pulled up behind ours. A woman emerged looking totally distraught, but I didn’t have time to find out who she was because Grandmother closed the door, nearly hitting me with it in the process.
Finally, as we began moving she started to tell me what had happened. “There was an accident this morning at the shipyard.” she said as though she were reading a newspaper headline to me.
To say I was confused would have been an understatement. Why would there be so much hoopla at school over something like that?
Then she told me why, “There is a fire; it has spread to several of the fishing boats.”
