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“Thanks for coming, gran,” Nathan said, finally coming out of his mental funk, not completely, but far enough to be aware of the people with him. “I didn’t think you were feeling up to it, April said you were bad yesterday.” More often than not his grandmother’s lung cancer meant she wasn’t up to leaving the house, to the distress of both Nathan and his sister.
“So I was,” Barbra Stone agreed. “But I’m feeling a little better today, and I couldn’t let you face this with just your sister.” She laid a wrinkled and veiny hand comfortingly on his arm.
“Thank you.” Nathan hugged his grandmother gently and kissed her on the cheek. “You should have called me or April, we’d have collected you and brought you with us, you didn’t have to trouble Louisa.” There was no reason for him to feel thi
