By the time the garage door opened and Daddy came in, my big blue suitcase was packed, and I was downstairs waiting for everyone. He said “Hi,” really quickly, pulling off his tie, and hurried back to his room to pack his own things. I had all kinds of questions to ask him, but I knew not to ask them right now.
A few minutes later, Lynn and Diana came in.
“Why do I have to go?” Diana stopped in the doorway and pulled off one riding boot. “She’s not my real grandmother. I only met her twice.”
“The whole family is going, Diana. She’s Norm’s mother, and we love her and want to be there for her.”
“I’m going to call Dad.” Diana hopped around, pulling off a second riding boot. “Maybe he’ll let me fly down to Florida to stay with him.”
“No, we’re not doing that,” Lynn said matter-of-factly. “Go upstairs and pack enough for at least three or four days. Hurry up.”
“Why not?” Diana dropped her boot on the ground.
“It’s a bad idea for so many reasons I can’t even list them all,” Lynn said. “I don’t have time to discuss this. I’ve got to go pack my things.” Lynn left her purse and keys on the kitchen table and, taking off her white coat, went back into the master bedroom.
Diana stomped past me and up the stairs.
“I don’t care what she says, I’m calling Dad.”
“It’s too late to get a plane ticket,” I said, following her upstairs. “We don’t even have time to take you to the airport. And what if your dad doesn’t want you to come?”
“He just gave me that phone. He would want me to come.”
I felt like Diana lived in a dream world when it came to her dad. Hadn’t she just cried herself to sleep last night about him?
I followed her down the hall to her bedroom. The walls were covered with horse posters. An old bridle that was turning greenish hung over the mirror above her dresser.
“I’m already packed. I can help you,” I said.
Diana didn’t respond. She had her phone to her ear. “Dad, I’m sorry I said you were a hothead.” She took a breath and started pacing the room. “I need to come down to visit you because the rest of the family has to go to Emerald Isle because Norm’s mom is in the hospital. You said you wanted me to come before. Can you call me back?” She tossed the phone on her bed. “They can’t make me go!”
Hot anger flashed through my body. I pulled Diana’s suitcase out of her closet and threw it onto her bed. I loved Grammy Verra! I couldn’t believe Diana was acting like this. “Grammy Verra’s in the hospital! Can’t you think about anybody besides yourself?”
Diana whirled around, her hands on her hips. “You have no idea how I feel. I’ve met her for a total of a week out of my entire life and now I have to go spend my Christmas break sitting around a hospital!”
I did know how she felt. That was exactly what I had been thinking about Matt. But I didn’t say anything about that to her.
“You got along with Grammy great!” I said instead. “You talked about how much you both love animals. And she hugged you and you let her, I saw you!”
I thought about Grammy being in the hospital and wondered if she was in pain. I didn’t want to see her lying in a hospital bed. Would she have tubes everywhere? What if she died?
Diana marched to the window and stared out. “So what? She’s not my grandmother.”
I thought of something that might convince her. “While she’s in the hospital, we’ll probably have to watch her dog, Jelly.”
Diana turned to gaze at me, excitement beginning to spread across her face. “We’ll get to live with a dog?”
She threw two pairs of wadded-up jeans into her suitcase, then tossed in three sweatshirts.
5
DIANA
All four of us were in Norm’s car, on our way to Emerald Isle. Norm and Mom, up front, talked urgently about hospital visiting hours and other logistical things. Stephanie’s phone kept beeping with texts from that new kid, Noah, and she was ignoring them and trying to hide it from me. Like I cared!
“I don’t care if you text with that guy,” I said. “I just don’t really like him, that’s all.”
“Why don’t you like him?”
“He asked me about being called ‘animal,’ and said I should punch Carla.”
Stephanie cocked her head thoughtfully. “You can’t blame him for what you did yourself.”
“Whatever.” I looked out the window. I was never going to tell her that at first I kind of thought he liked me, but now it was obvious he liked her.
“Come on, buddy! While we’re young!” Norm snapped at the driver in front of us. He was driving faster than usual and had twice blown the horn at someone.
“Calm down, Norm,” Mom said. “We’ll get there when we get there.”
I was checking my phone every few minutes, but Dad hadn’t called me back. Was he still mad? My eyes still throbbed from crying so much last night. It was his fault. He’d called me a hothead first.
Maybe there was an airport near Grammy’s house, and Mom and Norm could take me to catch a flight to Florida once we got there. But I could tell Norm was in a bad mood. I’d have to talk to Mom about it. Later.
“So what kind of dog is Jelly?” I asked Stephanie, poking her with the toe of my sock. We’d both taken off our shoes in the car.
“He’s part Chihuahua and part dachshund,” she said. “Grammy calls him a Chiweenie. He looks like a Chihuahua with a long body and short legs. And Grammy talks about how sweet he is, but he is the grumpiest dog ever. He growls when you try to pet him. And he stinks even though Grammy is always giving him baths.”
“Doesn’t he sound fabulous?” Norm interjected with a laugh, looking at us in the rearview mirror. “How could a person live without such a dog?”
“Ah, yes, the lovable Jelly,” Mom said, laughing.
“I’ll get him to like me,” I said. “That’s one of my talents, getting animals to like me. Do you have a picture of him?” I asked Stephanie.
“No, but Grammy has about a million around her apartment.”
“Maybe he’ll sleep on my bed,” I said. “I’m calling dibs!”
“He’ll never sleep on your bed!” Stephanie said. “He’s too grumpy!”
“How much do you want to bet?” I asked.
We were able to drive most of the way to Grammy’s house on the interstate, but then we exited onto a two-lane highway with fields and farms on either side. The land flattened out. We passed white farmhouses that were in the middle of the fields and shaded by one or two giant trees. As the sun began to set, the winter sky turned pink with wispy indigo clouds, and the shadows grew longer. Norm slowed the car as we drove through a small town, past rows of clapboard houses, a school, a gas station, a church, and a small brick library. Darkness fell, and front porch lights and street lights winked on. We drove through the town and back out into the country, with only darkness outside the car window. Our headlights revealed empty fields ahead.
Norm and Mom, still talking about Grammy and the hospital, were ignoring us. Stephanie and I wedged our pillows into opposite window corners and put our feet up on the seat.
“I get the inside!” I said, pushing Stephanie’s feet to the outside.
“Hey, I want the inside!” Laughing, Stephanie squeezed her feet in and pushed mine out.
“Inside!” I moved my feet inside hers and pushed hers out. I started laughing too.
“Girls! Quiet down!” Norm said, sounding irritated.
Mom glanced at Norm, then turned to us and held her finger to her lips. “They’re just fooling around, Norm.”
“They don’t need to be horsing around in the car.”
Dad’s ringtone sounded from my phone. He was calling me back! I didn’t want everyone in the family to hear what I said to Dad, so I turned toward the cold, dark glass of the window and talked in a quiet voice.
“Hey, Dad?”
“Yeah, what’s going on?”
“We
ll, we’re in the car right now, and the family has to go visit Norm’s mom in the hospital, and since she’s not my real grandmother, I was thinking that I could come down and visit you.”
Stephanie poked me with her foot. I ignored her.
“What is she saying back there?” Norm said to Mom. “Who is she talking to?”
“Diana, are you talking to your father?” Mom said, turning in her seat.
Meanwhile, in my ear, Dad was saying, “You can’t just make plans to fly down here on short notice like that, Diana. It’s the holidays and all the flights are full.”
“You could check.”
“No, I’m not going to check. I already know this.”
“Dad!” I could feel the tears starting again. Meanwhile, up in the front seat, Mom was talking to me, telling me that going to Dad’s was out of the question. I glanced over at Stephanie, who was chewing her nails, her eyes wide.
“Let me talk to your mother about this,” Dad was saying.
I was not going to cry on the phone with him again. Biting my lip, I handed Mom my phone.
“Hello, Steven?” she said, her voice tense. Then she listened. “Oh no. Diana is coming with us. She could never get a flight at this point in time.” She listened again. “Of course, of course. All right. Bye.” She hung up and looked at me. “Diana, what in the world were you thinking, calling your father about going for a visit like that? I already told you that we weren’t going to do that. You deliberately disobeyed me.” She held up my new phone, then placed it in her purse. “Because you disobeyed me, I’m keeping this phone.”
“No! That’s my new phone! You can’t take it away from me!” I sat up and tried to grab her purse.
“Stop it!” Norm yelled. “Sit back in your seat, Diana! We’re not going to have a fight in a moving car!”
“You can’t have my phone! It’s mine!”
Norm suddenly put on the blinker and pulled to a stop on the side of the highway. He turned in his seat with a thunderous look on his face. “Sit in your seat, young lady. And your mother is going to keep your phone while we’re at Grammy’s house. We have enough tension worrying about Grammy’s health, and Matt in the hospital, without you adding to it. Enough!”
Mom started talking to me, but I turned toward the dark window and put my hands over my ears.
I was not going to cry. They could not make me cry. I glanced at Stephanie, who was curled on her side of the car, trying to be as small as possible. As soon as we got to Emerald Isle, I was going to figure out a way to get away from all of them.
So maybe I couldn’t visit Dad right now. I’d go somewhere else. People figured out ways to get away from situations and I could too.
I didn’t want to go to the hospital and see all the sick people there. I didn’t want to see Grammy lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of her.
I don’t know how much later it was when we arrived at the hospital. I had curled up in my corner of the backseat for the rest of the way. Sometimes hot tears had leaked out of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, and I’d had to wipe them away.
Stephanie was talking to Mom and Norm. I stayed curled in a ball, but I listened.
“Is Grammy going to be awake when we see her?”
“I don’t know, honey.”
“Is she in pain?”
“I think so, yes.”
“I’m so upset,” said Stephanie.
“Yes, me too,” said Norm.
We were driving through another town and I glanced over at Stephanie. Streetlights shone inside the car and I saw tear tracks shining on her cheeks.
“Listen, honey, the doctors are doing everything they can. We want to go see Grammy and let her know we’re here for her.”
“The girls are upset. Do you think it’s a good idea to take them in to see her?” Mom asked Norm.
“I want to see her!” Stephanie cried.
I didn’t say anything. Grammy Verra had been nice to me on the cruise. She had asked me questions about myself that a lot of other people may not have asked. She had given me hugs and insisted that I was her new granddaughter. She had given me advice but not in a way that felt pushy. Just caring advice.
But sick people scared me.
“I can wait in the car,” I said.
“We’re all going,” Norm said firmly as he pulled into a space in the parking deck.
6
STEPHANIE
Visiting hours will be over in fifteen minutes,” a busy nurse behind a desk told us when we finally arrived at Grammy’s floor. I wiped my eyes and tried to comb my hair with my fingers. I didn’t want Grammy to think I’d been crying.
Daddy was walking ahead of the rest of us. I could tell he was very worried about Grammy. After what happened with Diana’s phone, I was surprised that Lynn put her arm around Diana’s shoulders as we headed down the long hall. I was even more surprised that Diana didn’t shrug it off. I guess being in the hospital was scary enough that Lynn wanted to comfort Diana.
The halls were shiny green-and-white linoleum. Attendants in colorful patterned scrubs walked by on quiet shoes, carrying clipboards or pushing carts loaded with equipment. In the rooms, lights were low and tiny TVs hung from the ceiling. People in thin gowns with IVs lay in the beds. Trays with leftovers from dinner rested on rolling carts beside the beds, and the smell of the hospital food still hung in the air. I didn’t like that smell.
In one room we passed, a group of people talked loudly and laughed, but the rest were quiet, with just the buzz of the television or the murmured conversations of one or two people.
This was the second time in two days that I had been in a hospital. It was so strange that Matt and Grammy were both in hospitals at the same time. Since Matt hadn’t regained consciousness before I left, I hadn’t been to his room to see him. I had only been in the waiting room. I was glad. I didn’t know how he would look all bandaged up. Had he woken up yet?
“This is Grammy’s room,” Daddy said quietly, stopping beside an open door.
My mouth went dry. What would she look like?
Nobody talked. I peeked in.
Grammy lay in the bed, looking small and pale. I almost didn’t recognize her. Her mouth, usually smiling and laughing, was a thin line without her usual lipstick. Her closed eyes looked large and sunken. An IV went into the crook of her arm, and she was hooked up to a monitor that beeped softly and continuously. She wore a faded hospital gown and was covered with a thin, stiff, white blanket.
Everything went blurry as tears stung my eyes. My breathing felt shaky. I blinked hard, because it would be terrible if she saw me crying. To make myself stop, I gritted my teeth.
I tried to keep from thinking it but couldn’t help it. Was Grammy going to die?
Hesitantly, Daddy stepped inside the room. The rest of us stayed out in the hall. Lynn swiped a tear from her cheek with a crumbly tissue and cleared her throat. Diana, with a stony look on her face, stared at the floor.
Daddy stood next to Grammy’s bed and started to put his hand over hers but then let his hand drop. Looking at Daddy, just standing there with his arms hanging uselessly by his sides, made my throat ache.
Suddenly Grammy’s eyes fluttered open.
“Norm,” she said faintly.
“Hi, Mom,” Daddy said softly. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
He took her hand, something I couldn’t ever remember him doing.
“You’re here,” Grammy said. “Oh, Norm, I was so sick.” She shook her head, remembering.
“You’re going to be okay now, Mom. I know it,” Daddy said.
I could feel a sob building up inside my throat.
“Grammy!” I ran across the room and leaned in to hug her.
“Stephanie, watch it! Don’t get tangled in the IV!” Daddy said.
“Hi, sweetie,” came Grammy’s voice, weak and thready. “Sorry to say it, but I’m not doing so well.”
I stood beside Grammy’s bed, holding her hand, which felt cold
and limp and bony. Lynn and Diana came in and stood at the foot of the bed.
Grammy licked her dry lips slowly and carefully. “I guess they have to wait for the inflammation around my pancreas to go down, and they’re giving me antibiotics to help. And some anti-nausea medication. I was so sick. I’ve never felt so sick.”
“Oh, Angela, we’re so sorry,” Lynn said. “I know you’ll be better soon.”
Grammy closed her eyes again. Daddy patted her hand. “Listen, we don’t want to tire you out. We can’t stay too long anyway because visiting hours are going to be over soon. We’ll come back tomorrow, and maybe you’ll be feeling better. We’ll just head over to your place.”
“Oh yes. And Jelly,” she said. “I’m so worried about him! My neighbor has him. You need to take good care of Jelly and tell him I’m going to be back in just a few days, okay?” Grammy lifted her arm and waved vaguely at Diana. “Diana, are you going to take care of Jelly for me?”
I felt my heart speed up, and my cheeks grew warm. Why wasn’t Grammy asking me to take care of Jelly? Why was she asking Diana to do it? Diana had never even met Jelly. I was her real granddaughter!
I stared at Diana. She had made such a big deal about not coming and seeing Grammy, even though it was obvious that Grammy really cared about her. She was staring at the floor, but now she nodded. “Okay.”
At that moment, an energetic dark-skinned woman in scrubs with short hair and glasses came in, pushing a cart that held a thermometer and other equipment. “Hi, I’m Candace. I’ve been taking care of Mrs. Verra.”
“Hi, Candace,” said Daddy, stepping away so Candace could stand next to Grammy’s bed. She looked at Grammy’s monitor and wrote down some numbers. Then she used an electronic thermometer to take Grammy’s temperature.
With the thermometer in her mouth, Grammy closed her eyes for a second and squeezed my hand. I put my other hand on top of hers and leaned against the bed.
“So how’s my mother doing?” Daddy asked Candace.
“Still a little feverish,” said Candace, making a note. “She came in with a lot of pain. We’re hoping that the pancreatitis will resolve itself quickly, and we can get her feeling better soon.”
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