hallway. I heard her try the knob, but I had locked it.
"Who locks their bedroom?" she muttered. She
knocked again. "Cinnamon, are you getting up?" I groaned and looked at the clock astounded at
the time myself. For a moment I considered not going
to school at all and then, all my questions from the
night before began to flood over me again and I made
a quick decision. I was up and dressed in minutes. "Why do you lock your bedroom door?"
Grandmother Beverly asked as soon as I stepped into
the kitchen. I went right to the coffee without
responding. She made it too weak for my taste and
even for Daddy's, but he didn't complain. I
deliberately poured a cup and then poured it back
through the coffee maker,
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to turn this tea into coffee." I muttered. "A girl your age shouldn't be drinking so much
coffee. It's not good for you." she insisted.
I started to look for one of my breakfast bars.
She had moved everything around in the cabinets and
literally nothing, not even a salt shaker, was where it had been. I started to shove things to the side more
frantically.
"You're messing it all up. What are you looking
for? Just ask," she said.
I turned.
"My breakfast bars! Where are they?" "Oh, that garbage. It's candy. How can that be
breakfast? I threw it all out." she admitted. proudly. "Threw it all out? I had just bought them. They
were mine. You had no right to do that. Grandmother,
and for your information, they have a great deal more
nutritional value than what you and Daddy eat for
breakfast."
"Nonsense. Don't believe what they write on