the baby, but Uncle Jay never heard her. When she came back, their baby was gone.â
Gram closes her eyes. âThatâs the saddest thing Iâve ever heard.â She gets real quiet and lets out a sigh. âDid they ever find that baby?â
Billy shakes his head. âThe police searched for years but didnât have any luck. I was so young at the time, and no one ever talks about it, so I donât know very much about it. Anyway, after that Uncle Jayâs wife left him. But even after all those years, Uncle Jay still carries a picture of them in his wallet.â
Gram gets a puzzled look on her face and says to Billy, âIâd like to see that picture sometime.â Then she shakes her head a few times and looks out the kitchen window toward our mailbox. âWell, Iâm gonna see if the postmaster brought me anything exciting too. You never know what the dayâs gonna bring.â She heads out, letting the screen door slam behind her.
I sort through the hummingbird pictures, looking for my favorite. âYou know, Billy,â I say, âtoday could be my lucky day. There just might be a letter from my parents waiting in the mailbox.â I look out the window and see Gram hopping down the driveway on one footâshe might as well be on a pogo stick. I try distracting Billy so he doesnât look out the window.
We sort a few more pictures, when I look out the window again. This time Gram isnât hopping. Sheâs lying at the edge of the road, right beside our mailbox. At first I wait to see if sheâs doing some crazy exercise, but when she doesnât move, I yell for her and run outside. Billy hurries behind me.
I lift Gramâs head, but her eyes stay closed. Billy runs back toward the house, yelling over his shoulder, âIâll call an ambulance!â
âOur phoneâs been shut off!â I yell back. âJust get Tillyâs keys.â Billy freezes, so I yell again, âGet the keys!â
I check Gramâs pulse, remembering what Billy said about a hummingbirdâs heart beating six hundred times a minute and a humanâs beating seventy-two times. I havenât counted one on Gram.
I grab the keys from Billy and slip behind Tillyâs steering wheel, trying to remember everything Iâve watched Gram do. I put the key in, turn it, and push on the gas. Tilly starts on the first try. I shift into reverse, push on the gas, and the truck jerks backward toward the mailbox. I shift into park, get out, and open Tillyâs tailgate. I yell for Billy to help. Somehow we manage to get Gram in. I shove Billy in the back too and tell him to stay with her. I slam Tillyâs tailgate shut and climb back in the driverâs seat.
Billyâs voice is trembling. âWhat are you going to do?â
âIâm driving to your house. We need a grown-up to get Gram to the hospital.â
âThat wonât work,â he says. âMy dadâs at church, and my mom canât leave the kids.â
I tell myself I can do this, shift into drive, point Tilly in the direction of the church, and press on the gas. As I look in the rearview mirror, I meet Billyâs eyes. I can tell heâs crying. I yell through the glass, âHave you ever done CPR?â
âIâve only seen it on TV.â
âThatâs all right,â I tell him. âDo the same thing. Push down in the middle of Gramâs chest a bunch of times. Then tip her head back and plug her nose so you can blow air into her lungs. You have to blow twice.â I look in the mirror again and see him trying, but it doesnât look like itâs going well.
âIâm sorry!â Billy yells. âI donât think Iâm doing good enough.â
I forgot about his arm. I pull Tilly over to the side of the road and tell Billy to switch with me.
His voice is panicky. âIâve never driven before.â
âWe donât
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