Chapter Thirty-Five: James

The ability to argue leaves me, so I just nod my head.

“Come help me in the garden before we lose the daylight.”

“Ah, so the real reason you wanted me to stay was to put me to work?”

“What can I say? You have a destiny to fulfill.”

“I highly doubt that destiny has anything to do with your garden. Nevertheless, I shall appease an old lady such as yourself. I wouldn’t want you to break a hip.”

Spending the day with my grandma made my bones hurt with sadness. I hadn’t realized how much I truly missed her. After I had helped her with the garden, we pulled vegetables to make her gumbo. Her gumbo made me feel loved. It wasn’t as fancy as what I ate with the Blackburn’s, but it was home. It was genuine, and it reminded me of my life before my parents died. Her chocolate chip cookies soothed aches I didn’t know I had. I feel better after today. Maybe she’s right about my fate. Maybe, jus