thoughts,â he said. âTry to sleep like my rock in the garden.â
As soon as he was gone Mieko went to the open window. She pushed up her bangs, letting the night air cool her damp forehead. With no moonlight Mieko could barely see Grandpaâs rock. She was sorry for it, so awfully alone out there in the swallowing dark. It looked as alone as she felt.
TWO
GRANDMAâS HOME
Every morning Mieko put on the dress that Grandma had sewn out of an old summer cotton kimono. It had no buttons or belt so that Mieko could easily slip it over her head. Grandma had taken the long-sleeved blouses and baggy trousers that Mieko had brought and put them into the scrapbag.
âI donât understand why the government made girls wear those hot, prickly outfits,â she said. âThank goodness the war is over and you can put on decent clothes again.â
She sat back on her heels and looked Mieko up and down.
âMuch better,â she said with a satisfied smile. âYes, Mieko, you look like a girl again.â
There was always much to do around the farm. Grandma never seemed to stop workingâcooking, cleaning, sweeping, or mending. Mieko tried to help. She fed the chickens, collected eggs, polished the wooden porch, lit the fire underneath the deep bathtub in the afternoon, and sprinkled water on the cracked dry earth of the road to keep the dust down.
Kitchen work was the most difficult because Miekoâs hand was clumsy and it hurt whenever she tried to hold a knife or spoon. She took a long time slicing eggplants and cucumbers with her left hand.
Once Mieko dropped a whole dish of chopped fish onto the floor. She stood there looking down at the mess, biting her lip.
âIâm not good for anything!â she cried.
Grandma scooped up the fish, talking all the while.
âNever mind, Mieko. Itâs just a little thing. When the doctor came last week he said that your hand will soon be as good as new. Then you will have no more accidents. â
Mieko was silent. She knew it would never be as good as new.
As the summer days dragged on, Mieko worried more and more about school. Her grandparents had not mentioned it, and she hoped that they had forgotten.
But one muggy September morning when they were eating rice and miso soup, Grandma calmly said, âMieko, you will be going to school next week. â
Mieko almost dropped the porcelain spoon that she was trying to carry to her mouth. She was not hungry any more.
For several moments there were only the sounds of a farm morningâhens clucking and birds scolding in the garden.
Grandma and Grandpa exchanged worried glances.
âYou must go to school,â Grandpa said. âIt is important to keep up with your studies.â
Mieko knew all that. But a strange school? With children she did not know? And with a hideous, twisted hand?
âMaybe they wonât like me, â she said in a low voice.
âNot like you!â Grandmaâs bright eyes sent off sparks. âWhy would the others not like you? You are a nice girl with good manners and new clothes. â And she brought out a school uniform, neatly sewn and pressed.
âHere!â She handed it to Mieko. âI made it for a surprise. Go try it on.â
Mieko did not like that kind of surprise. Trembling, she slowly pulled on the navy skirt and white blouse that smelled of camphor.
âI saved these pieces of cloth all through the war, â Grandma said, giving the skirt a tug to straighten it. She beamed. âA perfect fit.â
Mieko lowered her eyes. âThank you, Grandma,â she murmured.
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The first day of school arrived. That morning, Mieko came into the kitchen, looking a little pale.
âI think Iâm getting some kind of germ,â she said, coughing. âMy throat is sore. I think Iâm coming down with mumps.â
âOpen your mouth and say ahhhh, â Grandma said in, her no-nonsense voice.
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