CHAPTER 21: PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND
It wasn't too cool tonight, and luckily for me, the doors were open.
I waited for a sound, and when I didn't hear one, I tiptoed inside.
I didn't make it five steps before a bedside lamp clicked on.
I stopped mid-step, caught in the act.
"You must be the man my granddaughter is all twisted up about."
I turned and faced the bed, seeing what looked like a much-older Sheryl White.
She and her grandmother were nearly identical, her grandmother just having a few soft lines.
She was in the bed, but wearing a hospital gown and robe, her long hair braided and falling down one elegant shoulder.
She folded her hands across her lap, patiently waiting for me to speak.
"She mentioned me to you?" I didn't know why these were the first words out of my mouth.
