She patted his arm. “Hey, I’m going to live as long as I can. But probably not much longer in this house. It’s too big. And I’m afraid I’ll soon need help just getting around. You love it here nearly as much as I do. I want you to have a home here, and I want it settled now. So just say ‘thank you’ and enjoy it.”
He didn’t say thank you or anything else. Jaw clenched, he stirred his cereal into mush.
“You know, Hunter, now that the apartment is yours, you can make your own rules.”
He looked up from his stirring.
“It’s not my property, and I can’t ask you to live by my rules.”
He appeared bewildered, almost afraid.
“I have a word for you from the Bible,” she said.
He grunted, exasperated.
“Paul told another young man named Timothy to guard carefully the things he had been taught.”
“That doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me.”
“Excuse me. A darn thing. Granny Jen, you see way too much in me. You seem to think I’m going to turn into this . . . this amazing person, when all I’m trying to do is just hang loose. You know, see where the wind blows. See if life turns out to be worth the trouble.”
“You are amazing. And you will never know what life is worth until you have given it your heart and soul to the end. Then you can look back and say what it was worth.” Her voice had risen with unaccustomed passion, and he waited to speak until she was no longer shaking.
“Thank you for the apartment, Granny Jen. In my mind, it will always be yours, and that’s enough said on that subject.” He pushed away from the table. “Was there anything else you wanted to tell me?”
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