Chapter 22

“…had breast cancer,” Granddad was saying, “and what the chemo did to her—I was willing to accept radiation therapy. It was just supposed to be palliative, but it actually seemed to send the cancer into remission. Now, however…”

It was back, and from the looks of him, he didn’t have much longer.

“If I’d known you were ill, I would have come, no matter what.” I wanted to make sure he knew that.

“You always were my good grandson. Geoffrey hasn’t come to see me since my cancer recurred. Does Marcus think it’s catching?” he muttered under his breath, but I was close enough to hear him.

Oh, Granddad…

“I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time when you told me you planned to become an interior decorator. That was so…” He shook his head.

Had he been about to say it was so gay? Well, that only made sense, since I was gay.

“How did you know I was home?” I asked, deciding it might be better to change the subject

“It’s the talk of Martinsburg, your wedding to Hyde Wyndham.”