Or breakfast. She can eat it for either one. She probably hasn’t eaten. She’s sad right now and it’s a sad that goes all the way through you. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
Me:
I’ll stop by and grab it.
And I had. I’d followed CJ to their house and Gensie met me at the door with a bag. There was shrimp and grits, a roasted chicken, and Gensie’s specialty, seafood salad. I unpacked eachdish, laying them out on the island. My phone chimed just as I was about to put everything in the refrigerator.
CJ:
How’s my sister?
Me:
She’s asleep. She’s unhappy.
CJ:
I know she is. Did you get her to eat anything?
Me:
Didn’t even try. Just let her cry herself to sleep.
CJ:
Damn.
Me:
Pretty much.
CJ:
If she wakes up, tell her not to show up here in the morning. I’ll stop through tomorrow to check on her.
Me:
Cool.
“You told me you had me, but when I woke up, I was alone.” Her voice broke into the silence.
I forgot about the food and came from behind the island to meet her in the middle of the great room. “My bad. Gensie sent this food for you, and I wanted to get it put up.”
“She sent food?”
“Yeah. You hungry? When’s the last time you ate?”
She had to think about it, which I didn’t like. “Uhm, earlier. When Zyah, Genesis, and I left the doctor’s office.”
“So, like yesterday?”
She looked up at me with a sheepish expression.
“Off your feet, Ryann. Have a seat.”
She hustled and made herself comfortable on one of the stools at the island.
“What would you like?” I listed her options.
