Anders yanks the door open. He smiles as he opens the door to reveal Laurel.
“Granny,” he beams. He moves back for Granny to step inside.
Clutching tightly to the caregiver with her, the old woman struggles to enter the house. She appears worse. Drawn and strained. A throbbing falls over Anders’ eyes.
Slowly, his smile falls. “You look unwell, Granny.” Anders remarks.
“Oh well! That's the new hello now?” Laurel grunts as she takes a step inside.
Anders is silent. He's watching her every move. Standing to offer help if needed.
“I guess it's good to see you too, Anders.” Laurel says.
“You should be resting, Granny.”
“Since when did you change your profession?” Laurel asks. “You're a doctor now?”
“You're struggling, Granny.” Anders insists.
“Nonsense!” Laurel waves her hand. “Wher
