Chapter 5

         I awake in the morning to Grandfather's wrinkly fingers tapping my hand. My eyelids flutter, but I still do not see anything, even in the day.

        “Ooh! Darling, you're up!” He backs away some as I sit up and stretch.

        “Good morning.” I yawn.

        “Get out of bed,” Grandfather says. “Mrs Dillinger called. She wants you to visit her today. She says she has good news. Your Father's gonna bring you over there in an hour.”

        What? Mrs Dillinger wants me to visit her? What kind of luck is that?

        “Uh...do I have to go? I uh...I don't feel so well?” But of course it comes out as a question and Grandfather knows I have lied.

        “You feel fine, girl. Now get up and at 'em!” He stands up and walks out of the room. I get up, get changed, and walk downstairs. I can do it by myself now, but when father is home he insists he help. That's how I knew father was out this morning, and he planned on picking me up when he was done his errands.

        “Is there any clue on what the news is?” I call to Grandfather.

        “None at all!” He calls back. “Hurry up, your foods getting cold!” 

        “I'm right here, Grandfather.” I say with a laugh as I walk into the kitchen. “Ooh! Bacon!”

        “I knew you'd like it.” Grandfather says. “You got a nose like a dog, you do. It's still hard to get used to.”

        “Well Grandfather, I only have four senses, so each one's a little stronger. That's what Mom used to say.”

        “I remember.” He says, sadness in his voice. Grandfather doesn't always remember a whole lot, but he does remember Mom, and he does remember how good she was to me. 

        “So,  Grandfather?” I ask.

        “Yeah?” The sadness has left his voice. 

        “Are you sure I'm not sick?”

        Grandfather laughs.

Author's Note

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