Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
He smiled. “It’s a compliment.”
“Should I write down the date? I get the feeling they’re given out pretty sparingly.”
“Well, as long as I’m feeling generous, I need to thank you for rushing down here to take care of my grandmother.”
“Oh, you’re welcome. But no thanks needed. I’d do anything for Kitty. She’s an amazing woman. Stubborn, but amazing.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t text you back to let you know I was coming. I fell asleep on the flight from China, and when I woke up, we were getting ready to land. I read your message and had to turn off my phone for a while. Once we were on the ground, I turned it on to text you back, but it only had one-percent battery left. I’d plugged it in to charge on my flight, but apparently the port wasn’t working at my seat. Then I was able to get on a connecting flight to come down here, but I had to rush to make it, and there was nowhere to charge my phone on that flight.”
I nodded. “I did worry a little when I didn’t hear from you, but I figured something like that must’ve happened.”
“What the hell was my grandmother doing roller skating anyway?”
“If you’d like another whack to your head, you should ask her just like that.”
He laughed and drank his wine. “True.”
“As much as having one ankle broken and the other twisted is bad, it might’ve been a blessing it happened. Apparently, she’s been having bleeding and uterus pain for a while and hadn’t gone to a doctor or told anyone. They only found out because she was anemic at the hospital and the doctor asked questions. This afternoon, she let me go online to the hospital’s patient portal and read the ER summary and lab results. The attending wrote that the gynecologist consult believes she might need a hysterectomy. So we really need to talk her into going back to the doctor, and I don’t think she should be alone until her blood count is in a normal range. It was so low I’m surprised she didn’t pass out at some point before the roller-skating incident.”
Merrick shook his head and dragged a hand through his hair. “That’s Kitty. Takes care of everyone else, but doesn’t prioritize herself.”
“Yeah. My grandmother was the same way.”
“Is she in two casts?”
“One hard cast and a removable boot for the sprain. She’s not happy about it. If there’s any kind of saw in the garage, we should probably hide it. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to take it off herself.”
“Good idea.”
Over his shoulder, I noticed Merrick’s briefcase sitting near the front door, but when I glanced around the room, I didn’t see any suitcase.
“Where’s your luggage?”
“It didn’t make the flight to Atlanta. The connection was too tight. Hopefully it will show up tomorrow.”
“Oh, that stinks. Well, my suitcase is in the guest room, but I’ll move it out and stay on the couch after I finish this wine. You must be tired from all the traveling.”
“You’re not sleeping on the couch. I’ll be fine right here.”
Kitty’s two-bedroom house was small, and so was her furniture. I eyed the tiny sofa. “You won’t even fit on that thing.”
“I can fall sleep anywhere.”
I looked around the room and sighed. “It feels so strange to be here and not be able to go next door. It’s the first time I’ve been down here since my grandmother’s house sold. I’d rented it for two years after I moved because I wasn’t ready to part with it yet.”
“I’m sorry. That must be hard.”
I smiled sadly. “At least I have a lot of good memories. Your grandmother used to come over and sit on my grandmother’s porch every night after dinner. When I was working on my PhD, I practically lived at the library. Sometimes I’d come home at ten or eleven, and the two of them would still be out there, laughing their asses off and often loaded on spiked sweet tea. They used to drink it out of mugs so the neighbors would think they were drinking regular tea. I’d walk Kitty home and make sure she got inside alright, and she’d twist my arm to have a goodnight shot of whiskey with her. Then I’d go back next door, and my grandmother and I would sit outside a little longer on the porch.”
Merrick smiled. “I was eight when my grandmother gave me my first taste of whiskey. I remember my mother being pissed.”
“The new owner took down the treehouse in the back. I loved that thing.”
“I remember the treehouse. I was in it a few times.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, when I was a kid and I’d come down to visit my grandmother, sometimes I’d go check it out when they were sitting around on the porch. I remember it had a lot of pink in it—pink plastic refrigerator, pink pillows, pink frilly lampshade, even though there was obviously no electricity.”