A Rock Through The Window
Nana was asleep in her room. Fawn was still rummaging around, trying to find that newspaper clipping. She had looked everywhere and it had not turned up. Where could she have put it? Why do I have to be so absent minded? She thought. She found her owl fetish, clasped it in her hand, and prayed that it would help her find the newspaper clipping. She sat on her bed, closed her eyes, and tried to remember what she did when she held the paper in her hand.
Where would I have put it? Did I hide it? She retraced her steps: out to the barn, pick up the newspaper, bring it inside. Angel had just left. I needed to prepare supper. I went into the kitchen. Oh, I gave it to Nana.
It was too late to ask Nana now. It would have to wait another day.
Nana was already up and dressed by the time Fawn got downstairs. “You are up early,” Fawn said.
“No use lollygaggin’ around. Been sittin’ here readin’ the scriptures and prayin.’ An’ drinkin’ my coffee. Come set with me.” She patted a place on the couch.
“I would love to, Nana, but the sky looks ready to dump buckets any minute and we have not even had breakfast yet.” She took two steps toward the kitchen.
“Fawn, you need to come and set. The chores ain’t goin’ nowhere and neither of us is starvin’.”
Here it comes. Nana has read something she thinks I need to hear. I have my own beliefs. Why can she not understand that?
She dutifully sat beside her grandmother and tried to seem interested. It wasn’t until she sat down and really looked at Nana that Fawn realized how tired and drawn were the older woman’s features. Yes, she would pay attention this time. After all, how much time did she have left with her only close living relative? She reached for Nana’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Encouraged, Nana read one verse: “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.”
Eagles, Fawn thought. The eagle will take me to the Great One who knows the answers to all my questions. I must meditate and let myself be carried by the eagle’s wings. But how did Nana’s scriptures know what to tell me? She pondered as she patted Nan...