Abigail
"Meemaw, I know you hate the exercises but you have to do them."
"They make my hip do those clicking noises. That's not natural. It sounds like a broken door hinge," Meemaw whined over the phone and I could hear Gramps burst into laughter in the background.
That meant his chest was better than last week, if he could laugh that boisterously.
Murky brown liquid bubbled in the pot on the stove before me.
It was good to hear my grandparents were doing much better, I needed all the good news I could get. There was so much weighing on my mind, it felt like someone had tied a 500-ton stone to my neck.
Was this chicken broth supposed to be this thick though?
I narrowed my eyes when a huge bubble formed in the pot and popped. Jesus Christ, that looked like a witches brew.
I shuddered, adjusting the phone against my ear. "I sent some money through yesterday, Meemaw. Make sure Gramps gets his prescription refilled,"
