Olivia wiggled her toes. The sun’s touch was light on her skin and the grass was green and good under her feet.
She watched the waterfall for a while, tracing the drops as they fell to the pool below.
She heard a sigh behind her and turned away from the water.
“What’s wrong, Grandma Emma?”
“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.”
Her mother had said that the waterfall was a very special place for Grandma Emma, that she had been a little girl there until she had to leave. She said that Grandma Emma’s mother had died there and that Grandma Emma had come to Riverview all on her own. She had said to be respectful and quiet and to be nice and to give Grandma Emma a hug.
“Oh, pumpkin. Never mind your old grandma. Come on now, we’d better go before it gets too dark. Long drive ahead of us.”
As they left, Olivia could have sworn she heard laughter coming from the falls.
So, if you’d like to read the sequel to this story, where the gang’s all alive and kicking again, here you go! 🙂