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I quit my job, sold everything I could, and left.

To be with Gram until the end.

And now I was beyond the end.

I guess this was considered overtime?

And I felt like a giant mess.

Around the back of the house, Hannah finally stopped.

She pointed to an old picnic table.

“Sit.”

“On that thing? Do you know how old that is?”

“Just sit down,” Hannah ordered.

I carefully took a seat on the very old picnic table.

Hannah sat across from me.

She smiled and reached into her pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes.

“Really?” I asked.

“Remember we used to sneak out here and smoke?”

“Of course I do.”

“And remember the nightGrelliecaught us?”

I smiled. “Of course I do.”

“She sat right next to me, lit up a cigarette and smoked with us,” Hannah said. “We were so scared we left our cigarettes just burn out.”

“Then she stood up and walked back to the house, just looked back at us and shook her head.”

“We never smoked at this table again,” Hannah said.

“I stopped smoking all together,” I said.

“I didn’t,” Hannah said. “Not until she got sick. Then I quit. Cold turkey. I thought I could convince the universe to make her better.”

“Yeah, we all went through that,” I said. “I begged night after night but it didn’t matter.”

“So?”

“So, what?”

“Let’s have a smoke,” Hannah said. “In honor ofGrellie.”

“She died of cancer.”

“Do you think she would care right now?”

“No.”

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