She turned away and started to leave.
"Don't you dare leave this room," I screamed.
She turned back.
"Maybe after a night's rest, you'll have a better
attitude." she said. "Oh," she added, smiling. "I had a
perfectly wonderful evening with Grant."
"You weren't with Grant. You'll never be with
Grant!" I yelled as she closed the door slowly and
clicked off the light. "Aunt Victoria!"
Her heels clicked away.
I turned and fumbled for the phone, but when I
lifted it from the cradle. I heard only silence. There
was no dial tone. Why did she have this disconnected?
Did she imagine Grandmother Hudson was going to
use it?
Madness.
I'm drowning in her madness. I thought in a
panic.
I swept the phone off the night stand and it
banged and bounced on the floor.
Did I have the strength to start back
downstairs? And what would I do when I got there? I groaned and lowered my head to the pillow.
What had I done? I had separated myself from my
wheelchair, my only way to move myself about and I
had trapped myself even deeper in this pit, like
someone in a straitjacket, turning and twisting and in
doing so, making it tighter and tighter until I could
barely move.
.
I slept through the remainder of the night. The