“Maybe she told him about me and Kayla smoking meth,” I added. “How she got pregnant. The birth defects. All that stuff.”
“That wouldbe upsetting,” Jackson admitted.
“So maybe he’s mad at me,” I added.
“Maybe,” Jackson said. “But he could also be mad at me for something. And then again, maybe there’s something else going on somewhere that we don’t know about. We’ll get to the bottom of it.”
We regarded each other for long moments in silence.
“Are you on your break?” I asked.
“I’m off duty. I told your mama I’d stay with you so she could go home and take a rest. She was exhausted. Bill’s taking her to the funeral home in the morning to make arrangements for your grandfather. I’m so sorry about that, Wiley. I know you loved him a great deal. I never understood why, of course, but that’s another story.”
“He was my papaw.”
“I know.”
I looked around the hospital room, feeling the need to get up, take a pee, join the land of the living.