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guys? We did it!” And she started to high five us.
“Yep, guess we did,” I said looking at Malcom as he smiled back at me.
“So. Now we can get down to business!” Tammy started rubbing her hands together, grinning wickedly. “Malcom, did you know Kris’s birthday is next week?”
“Oh, yeah. It is, isn’t it?” He nodded his head sagely, and smiled, the first smile to actually reach his eyes in days.
Tammy broke out in a wicked laugh. “So what are we going to do about it?”
“Nothing. We don’t need to do anything for my birthday this year. Last year was the big one,” I answered.
“Sorry, Kris, you’re not getting outta this.” She tapped the bricks with her fingertips. “I get my driving privileges back on Monday. Wanna go do something on Saturday? Then we won’t have to worry about getting home early for school. It wouldn’t be on your actual birthday though,” she added with a pout.
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. What if we…. Hmmm,” I thought. “Hey, what if we go hang in Chapel Hill?”
“That would be awesome!” Tammy loved Chapel Hill. She clapped her hands together like a little kid. “Maybe we can hit Time Out? Their fried chicken is so good! Maybe we can see if there’s anyone good playing at the Cat’s Cradle too! This is going to be so much fun! Malcom, you’re gonna come too, right?”
“Yeah, girl. Count me in.”
The bell rang, calling us back to class. Tammy was doing a happy dance on her way in. I just shook my head and kept pace with Malcom.
“We’re really just doing this for her, aren’t we?” Malcom asked, amusement filling his voice.
“You got it.”
Malcom tilted his head back and laughed.
Chapter 9
At first, I thought I was dreaming the most beautiful, vibrant dream that I’d ever had in my entire life. I was in this hall way with these super shiny linoleum floors, lit up with what seemed like the brightest florescent lights ever. I started walking, the sound of each of my footsteps echoing loudly against the walls. Double doors were on my left, double doors were on my right, and on and on they went as I continued my slow progress down the hallway. I bet I walked half a mile before I finally felt compelled to turn to a set of those double doors on my left. I placed my palms against the bar, its coolness sinking into my skin, and gave it a gentle push open.
I was blinded by a brightness that took my breath away. I was blinking and blinking stupidly until my vision finally started to clear. The light was radiating from everything, and I could hear a gentle humming. I noticed myself standing in a lush meadow, the green grass so lush and vibrant I could actually see it pulsing. A couple of little hills slopped gently downward and on the other side of them stood a towering old oak tree. I stilled. I knew that oak tree. It couldn’t be the same oak tree from Granny’s yard, could it?
And under that old oak tree was laid out a red and white checkered table cloth, and on it she sat, my granny, Abigail Lynn Haggart. Fierce joy exploded through my chest as I sprung forward in a run, and I began laughing and crying all at the same time. Granny stood to greet me, my momentum carrying me straight into her embrace, and we stumbled backwards several steps. She held me tightly for a moment before she pulled back slightly so she could look into my face. She was so beautiful, full of radiance, the picture of perfect health. Her white hair was a halo around her head, her blue eyes shining bright, a big smile lighting up her whole face.
“What are you waiting for?” she teased. “Give your granny some sugar, girl,” she said laughing. I placed my hands on the bottoms of her soft, wrinkled cheeks, kissing first one side and then the other.
“Granny, I have missed you so much! How is this possible?” Amazement was apparent in my voice while I spun around in a tiny circle.
“Yep, guess we did,” I said looking at Malcom as he smiled back at me.
“So. Now we can get down to business!” Tammy started rubbing her hands together, grinning wickedly. “Malcom, did you know Kris’s birthday is next week?”
“Oh, yeah. It is, isn’t it?” He nodded his head sagely, and smiled, the first smile to actually reach his eyes in days.
Tammy broke out in a wicked laugh. “So what are we going to do about it?”
“Nothing. We don’t need to do anything for my birthday this year. Last year was the big one,” I answered.
“Sorry, Kris, you’re not getting outta this.” She tapped the bricks with her fingertips. “I get my driving privileges back on Monday. Wanna go do something on Saturday? Then we won’t have to worry about getting home early for school. It wouldn’t be on your actual birthday though,” she added with a pout.
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. What if we…. Hmmm,” I thought. “Hey, what if we go hang in Chapel Hill?”
“That would be awesome!” Tammy loved Chapel Hill. She clapped her hands together like a little kid. “Maybe we can hit Time Out? Their fried chicken is so good! Maybe we can see if there’s anyone good playing at the Cat’s Cradle too! This is going to be so much fun! Malcom, you’re gonna come too, right?”
“Yeah, girl. Count me in.”
The bell rang, calling us back to class. Tammy was doing a happy dance on her way in. I just shook my head and kept pace with Malcom.
“We’re really just doing this for her, aren’t we?” Malcom asked, amusement filling his voice.
“You got it.”
Malcom tilted his head back and laughed.
Chapter 9
At first, I thought I was dreaming the most beautiful, vibrant dream that I’d ever had in my entire life. I was in this hall way with these super shiny linoleum floors, lit up with what seemed like the brightest florescent lights ever. I started walking, the sound of each of my footsteps echoing loudly against the walls. Double doors were on my left, double doors were on my right, and on and on they went as I continued my slow progress down the hallway. I bet I walked half a mile before I finally felt compelled to turn to a set of those double doors on my left. I placed my palms against the bar, its coolness sinking into my skin, and gave it a gentle push open.
I was blinded by a brightness that took my breath away. I was blinking and blinking stupidly until my vision finally started to clear. The light was radiating from everything, and I could hear a gentle humming. I noticed myself standing in a lush meadow, the green grass so lush and vibrant I could actually see it pulsing. A couple of little hills slopped gently downward and on the other side of them stood a towering old oak tree. I stilled. I knew that oak tree. It couldn’t be the same oak tree from Granny’s yard, could it?
And under that old oak tree was laid out a red and white checkered table cloth, and on it she sat, my granny, Abigail Lynn Haggart. Fierce joy exploded through my chest as I sprung forward in a run, and I began laughing and crying all at the same time. Granny stood to greet me, my momentum carrying me straight into her embrace, and we stumbled backwards several steps. She held me tightly for a moment before she pulled back slightly so she could look into my face. She was so beautiful, full of radiance, the picture of perfect health. Her white hair was a halo around her head, her blue eyes shining bright, a big smile lighting up her whole face.
“What are you waiting for?” she teased. “Give your granny some sugar, girl,” she said laughing. I placed my hands on the bottoms of her soft, wrinkled cheeks, kissing first one side and then the other.
“Granny, I have missed you so much! How is this possible?” Amazement was apparent in my voice while I spun around in a tiny circle.
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