When Desmond called, I'd just finished breakfast. I was strolling along the sandy shore, enjoying the breeze off the lake.
"Lenora Ellery, what the hell is going on?" he roared down the line. "Weren't we supposed to visit my grandmother today? Where are you?"
His furious shouting nearly burst my eardrums. Suddenly, I found it almost funny. If he'd thought to visit me at the hospital even once over those 2 days, he wouldn't be finding out only now that I'd been discharged.
"Desmond, do you only remember I exist when it's time to see your grandmother?"
His anger died instantly. I went on without waiting for him.
"I've already visited her."
"How could you...?" he began, immediately turning accusatory.
"I also saw what was in the trash can."
He went silent.
"Your grandmother knows we'
