Jenny circled around the bed, looking at her grandmother lying there. Although it seemed impossible that this was her grandmother. She recognized the face from the old photos, but her grandmother Amelia should have been old. This was a woman in her twenties.
“What do you think we should do?” Josh asked, unconsciously speaking low, as if he were in church. “Should we wake her up?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Jenny said despairingly. For some reason, she felt like crying. “After all this time, and everything we’ve been through, I really don’t know how to reach her.”
“It may be easier than you think,” said Mr. Symarian. “One could say that you are practically staring the answer in the face.”
“Right in the face?” Jenny said, rolling her eyes. “What is this, some kind of riddle?”
“Well, yes,” said their teacher. “I believe it is.”