Granger went through the motions of life for the next few days. Everything felt off and empty. He sent an email to his sister Marqui, and a few days later she was able to call him from the Philippines. He was shopping at the time, making his way past early season visitors buying groceries for the cabins and ice for their coolers. Beer was a hot commodity, and marshmallows.
“Something must be wrong,” she said right away. “Just get it out, I don’t have much time.”
He told her the entire story in the most abbreviated way possible and ending with, “She said no.”
“Damn, first you get stabbed, then you get rejected. You’ve been going through it. I wish you’d called me earlier.”
“I know. Sorry. I’ve been…”
“Caught up in a woman. I get it. And then she said no to your spreadsheet proposal? Wi
