His Forever Love. Missy Tippens

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      It was the truth, though. He’d been away for too long. And whenever he did visit, it was a brief thirty-six-hour stay. He usually flew in on a Friday night, spent Saturday at Granny’s, maybe took her out to eat in Athens, then flew out early Sunday morning. He tried to avoid the townspeople. He had never fit in here.

      Maybe he should hang around for a couple of days. To make sure she would be okay with her right arm out of commission. But if she could fall off her own porch doing something as simple as carrying out the trash, he suspected she might be getting too feeble to live alone. “I’m glad to be home. I’d like to stay until I make sure you’re okay on your own.”

      “Oh, good. We’ll break out of this joint tomorrow and have a nice time together. You, me and Lindsay.”

      Lindsay? Why would she say that? Sure, they worked together some. But Granny wouldn’t need her while he was there.

      A nurse stuck her head in the door as she knocked. “Mrs. Wellington, how about getting up before my shift’s over? I imagine you’re ready to go to sleep for a little while.” She looked at Bill. “And if you’re staying, we’ll get your chair fixed up with a blanket and pillow.”

      “Thanks.”

      As the nurse helped Granny out of bed, Bill excused himself to wait in the hallway. But before he left, he noticed what a hard time they had getting Granny out of bed, then how slowly she moved. She’d definitely aged a lot since the last time he’d been home. And a broken wrist would make getting around even harder.

      He had to wonder how much longer she’d be able to live on her own. He would watch her closely the next few days.

      You, me and Lindsay.

      Chapter Two

      Bill helped Granny in the front door of her house. She seemed worn out from the short trip home from the hospital, and leaned heavily on his arm.

      “Help me into my chair. I think I’ll rest a bit.”

      The sight of her recliner caused a pang in his gut. So many memories of sitting with her in that chair, her rocking him when he was young, then sharing the chair side-by-side, squeezed in together, when he thought he was too old for rocking.

      He closed his eyes and let the familiar smells wash over him. Home. At least it was home as far as he could remember. Though he had memories of his mom and dad, they had always traveled extensively, so Granny had been the stability in his life.

      Lindsay, who’d insisted on following them home, slipped in the front door, put a blanket over Granny’s lap, then pulled a TV tray in front of her. Once she’d turned on the television, she put the remote on the table. “Here you go. Have a nice nap.”

      He motioned to her to join him in the kitchen. “You know, Lindsay, while I’m here, Granny won’t really need your help.”

      “And how long do you plan to stay this time? Ten minutes?”

      Obviously, she hadn’t forgiven him for leaving town after high school. Or maybe he was reading too much into her anger. Maybe she just thought she needed to protect Granny. “I know I’m not here often, but I do love my grandmother.”

      “Where were you when she had the flu last winter or when someone tried to break into her house one night? I’m the one who helped her then. And I’m the one who was here to keep her from giving out her credit card number in a phone scam.”

      She sounded hurt that he had tried to exclude her. “I’m sorry. I just thought you might enjoy a little time off.” Plus, I’m not sure I can be around you every day.

      She slumped into a chair at the table. “No. I’m sorry for jumping down your throat. I’m worried about her and don’t want to be shut out while she’s recovering.”

      “That’s fine. I’m sure I can use your help.”

      “Thank you.” She stood and reached for the back door. “Well, I guess I need to go check out back. I think we left a mess of trash after her fall.”

      While Lindsay was outside, the seriousness of Granny’s situation hit Bill. She’d been ill with the flu. And had had someone try to break in and someone else try to rip her off. She was old and vulnerable. Probably needed someone with her around the clock.

      Maybe the fall would turn out to be for the good. It helped him face what he’d always known—at some point he and Granny would reverse roles, and he would become the caregiver.

      The time had come for him to move Granny to live with him.

      He took a deep breath. When he blew it out, he felt lighter, happier. It would be nice to have Granny nearby. Nice to have a family.

      

      When Lindsay came in from tidying up the backyard, Bill blindsided her with the most ridiculous request. “Are you crazy?” she asked.

      He stepped back as if she’d breathed fire on him. If only she could.

      “I’m simply asking for your help,” he said.

      “No. There’s your answer. I won’t help you tell your poor granny that she has to quit her new job, sell her beloved home, leave all her lifelong friends, and move up where it snows all the time.”

      “It doesn’t snow all the time.”

      Of course. Mr. Brain missed the point entirely. “Your grandmother does fine on her own. Whatever feebleness you thought you saw was due to her fall. She’s probably bruised, sore. And for your information, the flu and scam artists hang out in Boston, too.”

      “So I’m assuming I can’t count on you to help me break the news?”

      She gave him a look that said get a clue.

      He turned and went toward the living room. Lindsay wanted to escape. She couldn’t stand having to witness what he was about to do. But maybe she and Granny could change his mind.

      She followed him, but paused before entering, listening.

      Bill mumbled soft words she couldn’t decipher.

      Granny laughed. Cackled, actually. “I’m not getting feeble, son. I just took a fall. And look, I didn’t break. Well, except for the wrist.”

      As Lindsay walked in, Bill said, “You’re getting to an age where you may need some help.”

      “Lindsay gives me all the help I need. Which is mainly a ride around town. I’m not driving much anymore.”

      Lindsay took her place beside Granny Bea. “She’s insisted on keeping her license and car, but I don’t let her drive. So don’t worry about that.”

      “It’s for an emergency,” Granny Bea added.

      Bill looked from Granny Bea to her, then back. “I’ve been thinking about this move off and on for a few years. At one time, I even checked out an adult day-care facility near my office. You would have activities during the day, then I would be home with you at night.”

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