I didn't have it in me to fight with her. All my energy was used up hugging the porcelain god. Instead I looked down at what she had in her hand.
"What did you bring me?"
"Some homemade chicken soup. It always made you feel better when you were a kid."
Just the thought of eating anything made my stomach flip on its end.
"Thank you. Why don't you just put it in the kitchen for now. I'll try to eat some later."
"Are you sure it's just the flu?" Grams placed her hand on my forehead. "And not something else."
"Like what, Grams?" I didn't have it in me to play mind games with her at the moment.
"Dear, are you sure you're not pregnant?"
"Grams, that would require me to have a steady relationship."
But now that she planted the seed in my head, I couldn't stop thinking about it. There was no way. The universe wouldn't be that cruel to me.
Grams sighed. "You're right. It's wishful thinking. I would love if you would settle down already and give me great-grandbabies before I die of old age."
I scoffed. "Aren't you the one who just said how young you are?"
Grams squinted her eyes at me. "No one likes a smarty-pants, young lady."
For the first time since waking up, I actually laughed and didn't feel like death. "I get it from you."
"This is true, but it's not nice to point it out."
I shook my head.
"Is there anything else I can do for you before I get back to the diner?"
"No, thank you. The soup is perfect." Even if I probably wouldn't eat it. "I appreciate you stopping over."
"Anytime, dear. Let me know if there's anything else you need. Otherwise I'll stop over again tomorrow to see how you're doing." She walked over and kissed my forehead. "No fever, so that's good."
I'm glad she thought so.
I waited for Grams to let herself out before I buried my head in the pillow. I couldn't be pregnant. There was no way. Gramswas just throwing darts out into the universe in hopes that they would stick.
I absolutely wasn't pregnant.
If I said it enough times, I could send my own juju out into the universe and make it real.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Maverick
This was day three of Jo hiding in her house and not seeing the light of day. Something was wrong. I didn't know what, but my gut was telling me something big was about to happen.
I was tempted to go ask Bee what was going on, since she visited every day, but that would mean confessing that Jo and I were more than acquaintances who saw each other only when I came into the diner to eat.
Instead I walked out of my office and headed straight for Nolen. "Has she left the house yet today?"
Nolen glanced up from where he was typing on his laptop. "Nope. Bee has stopped in like she has every day, but otherwise there's been no other movement."
"Are we sure she's not sneaking out the back or leaving a different way?"
