Chapter 5

“Grandpa, I remember when you had the house built and am so frigging impressed. You thought of everything. Do you have any money left?”

“Just about five thousand, which is worthless now with all the banks out of business. Somewhere I can’t account for twenty-five thousand dollars, but what the hell. So I’m glad I have everything I put in, and now that you’re here, things will be better. I was close to swallowing my gun. I know I told you that, but—” He licked his lips and shook his head.

“You know, Grandpa, I was thinking many times of killing myself. I was basically alone. Very few people left in Seattle. I kept thinking about you, so I had to come down. I’m really glad you’re alive.” He put a hand on Grandpa’s shoulder. “Do you know anyone alive around here?”

“Oh, geesh, I have to show you my car.” He used a key to open the side walk-through door of the garage and pushed the rolling door up. “Others alive, not sure. Sometimes I hear sounds from next door.” He pointed east.