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“Richie, is that you?” a chirpy female voice chimes, and a middle-aged woman steps out in front of me. She’s tall and beautiful, with long dark hair that's immaculately styled, and she’s wearing a lemon-colored a-line dress with a jacket that matches perfectly.
She must be the manager, and I suddenly start trying to pull an explanation together in my head.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were my son,” she says, stepping toward me. “Do come in and make yourself at home.” She takes my arm in hers before I can respond and leads me toward the couch, urging me to sit.
“Anita,” she holds out her hand gracefully for me to take.
“Evvv…angelene,” I stutter, still unsure sure what’s going on. Whoever this woman is, is definitely the person Grimm visited, her name was logged as a patient. But she doesn’t seem like a patient in need of care. In fact, she seems much more like the caregiver, with her warm, welcoming manner.
“What a beautiful name.” She smiles. “Tell me what brings you to me today, Evangeline?”
The woman looks at me, expectant of an answer, and I see a resemblance to Grimm in her perfect cheekbones and slender nose.
“Did my husband send you? He’s always worrying about me being lonely while he’s away?” She smiles proudly and when I look down, I realize her hand is still holding on to mine.
“Yes.” I nod cheerfully because I’m all out of options.
“Well I hope he’s paying you for your time.” She laughs.
“Of course.” My lips hitch up, in the way Maddy’s had when she’d opened the door to me earlier, then as my eyes roam around the room, I spot a silver-framed photograph beside the TV.
“That's Richie,” Anita tells me, standing up and taking the photo in her hand. She stares down at it adoringly before making her way back over to me and placing it in my hands. It’s obvious the little boy in the picture is Grimm, he has the same ink-black hair and sad eyes.
“Of course, he’s not a little boy anymore. He’s a man now.”
“He’s lovely.” I hand back the photograph, and she takes another look at it before placing it back in the exact same spot she took it from.
“He only manages to come home once a month, he works away on business.”
Home?
“You have a lovely home,” I tell her politely, looking around the room and taking note of all the elaborate things. None of this is what you’d expect in a regular care home. I can’t imagine how much it must cost to keep someone here.”
“Evangeline, do you sew?” Anita asks when she sits back down beside me,
“I’m afraid not.”
“If my husband wishes for us to spend time together, perhaps you’d allow me to teach you.”
“I would like that very much, Mrs. Carter,” I nod.
I’ve already decided I’m gonna be visiting again. I get the feeling I could learn a lot about Grimm from being here. I’ve only been here five minutes and already I know his real name.
Anita claps her hands together excitingly.
“Excellent. And maybe next time you visit, you might get to meet my son. I think he’d like you.”
“I’d like to think so.” I smile back at her, making myself a little bit more comfortable before I ask where she got her beautiful cushion covers from.
It’s been a long assed day, and it’s dark when I finally get back to the cabin.
Some shit went west for our Utah Charter, one of their club whores got her tiz on and was threatening to rat. Since Declan and his boys have about as much control over their sheriff’s department as they do their bitches, we had to step in and help out.
We rode out and brought back the majority of their guns and stash.
Prez already has a buyer lined up for the guns, and blow never lasts long around here.
Rogue looks guilty as soon as I walk through the door, not to mention a hella lot different to usual. The cute denim dress she’s wearing is showing off her well toned legs too fuckin’ well.
