When I returned, Grandma looked worried. “Are we okay, dear? I can help if needed. I’ve been saving up…”
“Everything’s under control,” I assured her.
The others, however, were suddenly in a hurry. Phone calls. Urgent errands. One by one, they disappeared.
I drove Grandma home under a sky full of quiet stars.
“But what about the others?” she asked softly.
“I guess they had somewhere else to be,” I said lightly. “I’m just glad I got you mostly to myself.”
She nodded, but I could see a little hurt behind her smile. That made my chest burn.
The next day, my phone rang nonstop.
Uncle Joe was furious. “The restaurant is threatening legal action! Fix this!”
Oh — I forgot to mention.
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