Chapter 17

“Come on up and sit in the rocking chair,” she said as she opened the door.

I started to get up, but stumbled when dizziness overcame me. I caught my balance before I fell.

“Another good reason not to drive back to Hartford tonight. Want some Tylenol?” Gran asked from where she’d been watching me.

I stepped up onto the porch and sat down in the rocker.

“It might help.” I held my head between my hands until Gran came back with the pills and a glass of water.

“Thanks, Gran.” I took two pills and drained the glass. “I shouldn’t have told them.”

“Why did you?”

“They were trying to set me up with a friend of Bud’s. I couldn’t take the pressure.”

Gran sank down onto the other wooden rocker.

“Then you can’t blame them.”

I was silent for a few moments, then I asked, “Do you think I should bite my pride and call Katie?”

Gran considered it for a few minutes. “Do you know where she’s staying?”

“She’s staying with her friend Anne.”