She Sounded Good Though

Last night I dreamt I was on the road, realized that I was near where my grandmother was, and decided I’d stop and see her. When I got there though, I was momentarily confused because the old house was gone and there was a lot of construction going on. Then I remembered that she’d moved, and after a bit of searching, I found her new number and called.

“Hey, Grandma” I said. “I know it’s been a while, and I’m sorry I haven’t called . . .”

“That’s alright, son,” she interrupted, sounding a touch bemused. “I didn’t really expect you to.”

That stung a little bit, but I persevered. “In any event, I’m in the area and I thought I might stop by, maybe even stay with you for a while if that’d be alright.”

“It would not be alright,” she said firmly. “I think it’s best you got back on the road you were on, don’t you?”

That stung even more, but then I realized she was right, her being dead all these years and all . . .

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