“So this is interesting here,” he said. “I take it you two… how do I say this…”
“Yeah,” Hazel said. “We hooked up and I got pregnant.”
“It was a contest,” I said.
“A contest to get her pregnant?” Charles asked.
“No!” Hazel cried. “It was… it’s a story.”
“I feel like we both have stories to tell here,” Charles said. “I’m curious about this pregnancy. You’re curious about the pictures of your grandmother.”
“I wish I could have a drink for this now,” Hazel said.
“I’m a hockey player,” I said.
Charles snapped his fingers. “That’s where I know you from.”
“The owners of the team had a contest to win a date with a hockey player. I was the hockey player.”
“I was the winner,” Hazel said.
“And you got the grand prize,” Charles said, pointing to her stomach.
“Yes,” she said.
“So it’s a fun mess right now,” I said. “Hazel has been cleaning things out around her grandmother’s house…”
Hazel looked at me, eyes wide.
“What?” I whispered.
“We don’t know what he…”
Charles reached for Hazel’s left hand again. “Hey. Hazel. Look at me.”
She looked at Charles.
He nodded. “I know. I know she’s gone. I was actually at the funeral.”
“You were?”
“I kind of hid in the back. I had to see it for myself. To know my Evelyn was gone.”
“Your Evelyn…”
Charles took a deep breath. “Why do I feel like this is going to turn hard?”
“Can’t be worse than finding naked pictures of your grandmother, right?” I asked.
Charles chuckled.
Hazel touched her forehead.
“I really wish I could make this more comfortable,” Charles said. “But I guess I’ll just shut my mouth and talk, huh?”
“Yes, please,” Hazel said.”
“How do you shut your mouth and talk?” I asked.