I aint gonna get upset though. Not after what I seen. And anyway, I got a question of my own to ask.
My voice sounded to me like a nail scraping a horseshoe, but at least I could hear it proper, not like in my dreams when it sounded sort of like music.
"I guess he'll be here, soon, Anna," Grandma said. "He don't go often and when he do go he don't go far, just home and back."
I sighed. The movement hurt my neck but that was okay. Leastways it showed I was awake and living.