After we went shopping, we went to a restaurant for dinner.
“Thanks for going out with me today,” Nan said as she dropped me back at the house.
I smiled at her.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I told her. “I love hanging out with you.”
She smiled; we hugged, and I left her car to return to my dark and quiet house. It’s been exceptionally quiet since my father was taken. My mother had hardly left her room in the last couple of days. I checked on her this morning, but she didn’t seem to want to talk. If I can’t get her out of her room tomorrow, I’ll probably end up calling her doctor to make a home visit. She couldn’t keep going on like this; it wasn’t good for her. She was wasting away before my eyes, and I was so worried about her.
Nan had a good idea during dinner to maybe go and
