Bobby's brain reeled with thoughts of his father and his grandmother together; doing it! Grandma Lilly had alluded to this same fact not too long ago, but he'd given it no mind. Could it be possible that this family was a lot closer than "normal" folks would have imagined. That thought stayed with him even as he began to fall asleep. And, it was still on his mind when he woke up several hours later.
Bobby yawned and turned his head to the right. Grandma Lilly wasn't there. He lay in bed, blinking and trying to convince himself that he hadn't dreamed the whole thing up. He bolted upright when he heard his grandmother scream and, a split second later he heard a loud thud.
Bobby jumped out of bed, his dick still sticking out of his pajamas and ran into the living room. Grandma Lilly was lying prostrate, her left hand clutching the phone and her right hand pounding the carpet, whimpering. Large tears were leaking from both eyes.
"Grandma Lilly!" Bobby cried as he knelt beside her. "What happened?"
Grandma Lilly continued to cry as she offered him the phone. Bobby took it from her and held it up to his ear. "Hel. . .hello," he said tentatively.
"Bobby?" he heard his mother say.
"What's going on?" Bobby asked his mother. "I heard Grandma Lilly screaming, came into the living room and found her lying on the floor, crying."
"Bobby?" his mother sniffled.
To say Bobby was concerned would be an understatement. His grandmother was now pounding her chest and wailing inconsolably and his mother sounded like she was going to join her at any time.
"What's happening, Mother?" he asked.
"It's your father," said the quivering voice on the other end of the line.
Bobby waited for his mother to continue but, all he heard was the sound of her heavy breathing and her muted crying. He was about to speak when she haltingly said, "He. . .he's g. . .g. . .gone."
"Gone? Where?"
What his mother told him next hit him like a ton of bricks. His stomach knotted and his knees grew weak.
"He passed away last night. Died in his sleep."
"But, he was so healthy!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Apparently not," his mother said. "The medical examiner said they won't know what really happened until they do an autopsy."
"You gonna be alright?" Bobby asked. "I can come keep you company if you'd like."
"I'd like that, son," she said. "But, Grandma Lilly is going to need you also. Besides, it's more than an hour's drive to get to where I am."
"Damn that," he said. "If you need me, no amount of distance would keep me from getting to you. You know that."
"You're such a sweet son," his mother said quietly. "And I would like to stay here for another day or two until they finish with the autopsy and release the body." She paused, took a deep breath and, with some difficulty, temporarily managed to stifle her urge to burst into tears as she added, "I want to be alone with your father one last time before they cover him up for good."
"How 'bout I call your friend, Donna?" he suggested. "I could get her to stay with Grandma Lilly and then I could come be with you."
Louise Chandler's next breath was sharp and shallow. She expelled that same air as slowly as possible. Without realizing it, her crying and sniffling had ceased. It made her feel a bit better knowing her son cared enough to want to be with her in her hour of need.
"Okay, Bobby," she told him. "You'll find Donna's number on my computer. Just click on the icon with her name on it."
"Where are you staying?" he asked.
"Motel 6 on Butler," she said. "Room sixteen."
"I'll be there just as soon as I can, mom."
"Thanks, son."
Son and mother exchanged "I love you's" and hung up the phone.
Bobby helped his grandmother to a standing position and then led her over to the sofa and held on to her until she was seated. He turned towards the hallway.
"Don't leave me," Grandma Lilly pleaded. "I need you to hold me."
As much as Bobby would have liked to comply with his grandmother's request, he knew he couldn't; not at the moment, anyway. He turned back around. "I've got to find Mom's friend's number and see if she will come and stay with you for a while," he told her. "Mom asked me to come be with her until she gets things sorted out." Bobby could see the disappointment in Grandma Lilly's face.
"Don't leave me here," Bobby's grandmother cried out. "Take me with you. He was my son, you know."
Bobby just couldn't ignore the look on his grandmother's face and the desperate, pleading tone of her voice. A hesitant smile crossed his face as he moved to hold her in his arms. "I know, Grandma Lilly. Of course you can go. I just wasn't thinking."
They hurriedly packed a few changes of clothes in a small suitcase and was on their way out the door when Grandma Lilly stopped suddenly. "Louise," she said. "She'll probably be grateful if we brought some fresh clothes for her also." She went back inside. Several minutes later, she and Bobby were on their way to Prairie Town.
"You think Mom will suspect anything?" Bobby asked after they had entered the freeway.
"Suspect what?" Grandma Lilly questioned. Then, as if she'd had a light bulb moment, she sucked in a breath, held it for a second and expelled it very slowly.
"Oh, that!" she giggled. "No, I doubt it."
Quietness reigned supreme for the next few miles. Then, Bobby, his mind in a turmoil over whether or not he should mention hearing his mother and grandmother talking the other day, decided to go ahead and say something about it.
"Ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked.
The question caught his grandmother off guard and, for a moment, sat stunned, unable to speak. Finally she found her voice. "No," was her simple reply.
"Ever given any serious thought to getting your anal cherry broken?"