A Grave Conjuring by Michelle Dorey

Author:Michelle Dorey [Dorey, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988913094
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-03-22T11:00:00+00:00

FOUR

THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS PASSED IN A HORRID NIGHTMARE. My apartment was packed up and cleaned out and now consisted of bulging boxes in the basement of the townhouse. ‘The last supper’ was a solemn affair with none of us terribly talkative. I was still fuming over the trip north the next morning and my parents were probably feeling a little guilty about this whole affair. At least I hoped they were.

It was Mom who drove me to the airport. That was no surprise as Dad didn’t do well with emotional goodbyes. The streets flew by as she handled the Maserati like a race-car driver. It was probably futile but I had to give it one more shot.

“Mom, I think you’d be better to go see Grandmother and take care of her. I mean, you know her, whereas I’m a total stranger. Considering her age, maybe that would be easier on her. I can look after Dad and put out some resumes to find a job while you’re gone.” We were only five minutes out from LaGuardia and time was slipping away too quickly. I looked out the car window at the city skyline and traffic, already missing them. What would greet me in Kingston? It couldn’t be anything like this.

She chuckled. “Nice try, Keira, but you’re going. She specifically asked for you.” She flipped on her turn signal and entered the merge lane heading to the airport.

“But what’s she like? Is she going to be a cranky fusspot who’s in full-blown dementia? God, she’s over ninety. What will we talk about?” I could picture it now, me carrying bedpans and watching her drool soup from the corner of her mouth. Gross.

She smiled and glanced over at me. “My mother was... I mean has always been one of the smartest women I’ve ever met. She’s sweet but she can be stubborn. I remember once, we were staying at a hotel in Chicago. She took it into her head that she wanted to hear the blues singer playing in a club just down the street. We were late getting there and the place was packed. I wanted to just go back to the room and call it a night. We’d shopped all day and had a big dinner, but she insisted.”

“What’d you do?” It was so like Mom to want to crash early and read a book with her feet up.

“The old devil slipped a hundred dollar bill to the bouncer and said she was a friend of the singer, some old blues legend. Then she turned to me and told me to go back to the hotel.” She shook her head and laughed. “She rolled in at around four the next morning. Turned out she did know the singer and they partied until all hours.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “How old was she then?”

“That was only a few years ago. She was eighty-eight.” Her eyebrows rose but there was a small smile on her lips. She leaned forward and peered out the front window looking for the entrance to the parking lot.

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