Grandpa was trying to tell Grandma something else, but I
couldn't understand him because Mama was talking too.
"Jodie told me the Armistice means the war's ended for good!
The shooting has all been stopped! I reckon somebody must've
called out to the store from town. I just didn't think to ask how
he found out. All I could think about was our boys. I asked when
they'd be coming back, and he said, 'Soon, Nannie. Real soon, I
hope!' He told me to run tell y'all. And he was gonna phone
everybody on the line. Said folks all over the country are
already celebrating and having parades and blowing horns and
ringing bells!"
"God knows it's a day to ring the bells! Eh, Ming?" Grandpa
looked over toward Grandma and me.
By this time she was lying back, half buried in the pile of
cushions and feather pillows and the long bolster she kept on her
bed in the daytime. I had crawled up on the foot of her bed and
was turning her ball of knitting yarn over and over, unrolling
the thick gray thread and then rolling it back up again.
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