That night I feel awful. Grandma had always been so good and kind to me. I'm afraid she will find out what I did. I hide in bed and pretend I'm asleep when Grandma comes into my room.

Nobody, nobody at all, is ever allowed to touch my models. Grandma picks up a model ship. She sits in a chair looking at it smiling. I don't say anything.

When Grandma gets up to leave, I say "Good-night" to her. Grandma answers, "Good-night John. I love you." I wonder why she called me John.