It shatters my slumber, the voice through the monitor.
“Gramma. Gramma!”
It’s still dark.
Sigh. Why can’t she pull her own blanket up or reach the pillow from the floor?
I scootch up high and swing legs over and around the cat. I palm the walls, slide heel-toe down narrow carpeted steps, careful not to repeat a fall but unwilling to dazzle myself with light.
I open her door. “What’s wrong?”
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I’m at BibleDude.net again today with the rest of the story. Come on over. The coffee’s on.
Enjoyed my visit over there.