Chapter 28

Dorothy felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Grandma smiling at her.

“You’re here!”

“Sorry it took me so long,” Grandma said. Her nun outfit was wrinkled and her eyes looked tired.

“So you’re not in trouble?” Dorothy asked, relieved.

Grandma sighed. “Oh, not anything a few hundred dollars and community service won’t take care of.”

Dorothy sighed sympathetically.

“You know, Dorothy,” Grandma said. “I had some time to think in the back of that police car. I’ve been a pretty bad role model.”

“No you haven’t,” Dorothy said. Sure, Grandma had almost killed them with her crazy driving several times, but she’d also taught them how to play roller derby. Dorothy had never felt this strong before.

Grandma shook her head. “I promised myself that I was never going to abandon you girls the way I did your mom. And here I go and get myself arrested right when you needed me most. Do you think you can forgive me, Dot?”

“Uh,” Dorothy said, suddenly remembering where she had left Dead Betty. “How about I forgive you if you forgive me?” Dorothy said.

Grandma looked confused. “For what?”

Dorothy bit her lip. “You’ll see.”

Just then Max rolled over to let them know the next jam was about to start.

“So, are you going to coach us now?” Dorothy asked.

“No, hon,” Grandma said. “I saw the end of that last jam, and you’re a much better coach than I ever was.” She pulled out her silver whistle and handed it to Dorothy. “Now go get those Cheerbleeders.”