Shelby had spent a few days in the apartment avoiding everyone. Her father had called several times, but she had let it go to voicemail. She didn’t feel like talking to anybody.
She heard the knock on the door. She figured it was just _______ and ______ so didn’t bother answering.
“Shelby, open the door. Don’t make me find someone to open it for me.”
Shelby heard her grandfather’s voice and opened the door. She felt his arms go around her in a hug and it made her start crying again.
Owen was shocked to see her like this but was happy to see her. Her father had been worried about her. He kicked the door shut with his foot. He managed to get her to the sofa and to sit down.
“You need to call your dad. He is really worried about you. I had to talk him out of coming here himself. He’s been sick.”
Shelby frowned hearing that. “What’s wrong with him? Is he going to be okay?”
“He will be fine. He has a mild case of the flu.”
“I will call him tonight.” She was glad her grandpa was there. He always made her feel better when she was sad.
“When was the last time you ate something?”
Shelby tried to remember but drew a blank. “I don’t know. I think I had some crackers yesterday.”
Owen shook his head and frowned. “I want you to get a shower and rest. I am going to the store to get things for dinner.”
He waited until she was in the shower then went to the store. He called Andy while he filled the cart.
“She’s fine. Well physically at least. Emotionally she is a mess.”
They talked for a few more minutes before Owen hung up and called Patrick.”
“I’m going to stay a few days. I need to make sure she will be okay before I leave…I will tell her…I love you too.”
Owen hung up and headed for the checkout.
She stood on the sidewalk and watched her grandfather leave. She was alone again, but she was in a better place than she had been before his visit. He had made sure she would have plenty to eat. He had not only filled her freezer with meals that she could easily defrost and reheat, he had also arranged for groceries to be delivered every Monday.
He had told her that if her father did not hear from her every day, he would be back to check on her. Apparently he did not realize that was a good reason for her to not call her dad.
The one thing her grandfather had done while he was there was set up a book club to meet every week. They had already started the first book; one of her grandfather’s books.
She went into the house when she heard the phone ringing. She picked the phone up from the counter and smiled as she answered it. “Hi, baby.”