“I’m here, child,” Grandma said softly from the doorway. “Hurry now, we haven’t
got much time. We’ve got everything but the secret ingredient.”
“Three overripe tomatoes and some strawberries,” Grandma whispered as she
squinted at the list. I climbed up high on the trellis. The ground looked a long
way down. I was scared.
“I’m here, child,” she said. Her voice was steady and soft. “You won’t fall.”
I reached three luscious tomatoes while she picked strawberries. Lightening
again!
“1-2-3-4-5” I counted.