After a tense hour,the surgeon finally came through those double doors,smiling.My grandma started weeping with relief before he even spoke.
I listened,I really did,but I made out only about every other word.Something about“doing well,”“sleeping,”and“come back tomorrow.”We couldn’t see her yet,but my grandparents were smiling,so I knew it was going to be okay.
Grandma and Grandpa decided to stay at the nearby Hampton Inn for the night instead of making the forty-five minute drive back home.Pamela and I would stay with them,but I wasn’t looking forward to all four of us in a cramped hotel room.
Jeff grabbed my arm,pulling me aside.“Stay at my house,”he whispered.
I looked up at him.That was the best idea I’d heard all day.I’d stayed at his house all the time,so much so that I even had my own toothbrush there.
I smiled,albeit weakly,and nodded.
“Great.I’ll call my mom.She told me to invite you and Pamela.Oh,crap!I meant to invite your sister.”