Chapter 10
When I woke up I looked into the eyes of an old woman. She looked like my grandmother. The pearls around her neck, the peach chiffon suit she was wearing and the grey curls framing her face was enough to tell me that she was most likely next to the wrong bed.
“Hi sweetheart,” she said as I tried to sit up right, and immediately she was out from the chair, helping me to get comfy against the pillows.
“My name is Abby,” she said with a smile that could only belong to a grandmother. I pictured her in a kitchen, baking cookies in the shape of dinosaurs, waiting on the porch for her grandchildren to come over so that she could spoil them rotten.
“Hi,” I finally replied. I could hear the raspy voice I said with and my eyes started darting around the room for a glass of water, but almost like Abby was able to read my mind I found myself sitting with a glass of water in my hands within minutes.