Your grandma?” I said in surprise. “You mean Marge, right?”
Ashley scowled as me like I was an i***t. “Of course. It isn’t like I have any other grandparents, you know.”
“Ah, well …” I trailed off awkwardly. “When did she die?”
“Last night,” said Ashley. She sniffled. “She passed away in her sleep. I didn’t realize it because she usually sleeps in late, but when I went to her room to check on her a few minutes ago, I found …”
Ashley apparently couldn’t finish the sentence, because she just sniffled and looked away.
“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be,” said Ashley. “Grandma was in her nineties and her health was bad. I always expected her to pass away sometime soon, but that still doesn’t make it easy to take.”
I was now starting to rethink the wisdom of coming to Marg
