Felix. He answered after the first ring, but he was still groggy from sleep.
“How’s your Grandmother?” He asked immediately.
“She’s not good. I’m not going to school today. I’m going to be at the hospital.”
“No problem bro. I’ll let the principal know where you are. Is there anything else I can do?”
“Yeah, if you see Macie, have her call me as soon as possible. I tried calling all night and this morning, but her battery must be dead or something.” Felix agreed and we hung up. Rick woke up while I was on the phone. He was grunting and farting like, well, like an old hung over man. “Hey, you mind driving me home? I need to clean up and get to the hospital.” He did not respond verbally. He went into the restroom. A moment later I heard the sound of him urinating, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing and the faucet running. He came out a moment later and halfheartedly grabbed the keys off of the kitchen counter. His brain wasn’t ready for verbal communication. He pointed toward the door and walked out.
I sat with my Grandmother all day. She looked even worse. Old, tired, and feeble. I held her hand and tried talking to her, but she did not move. Not once.
I wished she could hear me. I would have told her what a good person she was. I was just two when my parents died. She was already old. She could have let the state put me in a foster home, but she took me home and cared for me. She never yelled at me, always made sure there was food on the table, and never failed to tell me how much she loved me. On my fifteenth birthday, she took me to get a hardship driver’s license and then surprised me with a blue Ford Ranger truck. It was well used and had a few miles on it, but overall was in decent shape. She refused to tell me how much it cost. It was the best present I had ever received.
The charge nurse, a matronly looking dark-skinned woman with breasts like watermelons tolerated me for a few hours, but finally shooed me out. I must have looked bad, because she ordered me to get some rest and promised to call me if anything changed. I was just about to walk out the door when the alarms on the machines started sounding. The nurse pushed me out just as several other personnel rushed in.
A code blue. Cardiac arrest. I watched quietly. Helplessly. They tried, they really did, but it was Grandma’s time.
I spent the next hour with the hospital administration and a chaplain who was preoccupied in an ongoing cell phone text conversation. They were polite, but business was business. They needed to know what to do with Grandma’s body. It got worked out somehow. I was mostly in a daze. Tired, stressed, and miserable. All I wanted to do was go see my girl and hold her in my arms. I tried calling her. No answer. At least her phone was back on, so I sent a text message. I then called Felix and filled him in.
“Oh, I’m so sorry bro. Is there anything I can do?” He asked.
“Yeah, find Macie and tell her to please answer her damn phone. I’ve still not gotten in touch with her. There must be something wrong. Have you spoken to her at all?” Felix was silent. “Are you there?”
Felix answered. His voice had a different tone. “Yeah I talked to her. Listen, don’t worry about her right now. Go on home and I’ll meet you there, okay?”
“What’s wrong Felix?” After a bit of arguing, he told me. He told me everything. It seemed as though it was all over school but I knew nothing about it. Macie was now Jason’s girlfriend. Jason Argos, that guy. The massively popular jock. With my girl. Apparently they had hooked up recently at a