After the incident at the Pumpkin House, I went to a new sitter. Her name was Granny and she was very old and very mean and not really capable of taking care of me. I'm not sure how long I stay with her exactly, I think just a few hours a night while Mama was at work. Granny did not like to feed me dinner (though she often made herself large meals of meat and vegetables and bread) so all she ever gave me was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on spongy white bread and a small glass of warm water in a Tupperware cup and even now I can still taste that plastic. Then I could sit on the floor and watch Bonanza with her till it was time for bed. She had no toys, or anyway to entertain me, and I wasn't allowed to bring toys to her house. I slept in a bigger bed than I had at home and the bedspread was white and warm enough, but she always made me go to sleep much earlier than I wanted to go to sleep, but I never complained. And, it was the very first time I suffered from depression.

 One day, Granny become sick and after that she could not watch me anymore. I don't remember feeling sad about that fact, because my new sitter, Lynn, seemed very nice and had three other children who were close to my age and she fed me nice meals and washed my hair at night. Little did I know what would happen to me in that house.