Fallout (Crank 3)
After that,
and after the truth
of our situation emerges,
we’ll just have to see.
GRANDPA SCOTT
Reaches the hospital around ten.
I see him wandering down the corridor,
looking for me. Age has not
much diminished his fair good
looks, and the nurses smile
appreciatively. I nudge Kyle.
“There’s my Grandpa Scott.”
Kyle locks eyes with Grandpa,
who stands outside the door,
assessing. He doesn’t like me.
“He doesn’t even know you.
How can he not like you?
I mean, he might be a little
annoyed. But he’s here.”
I go give him a giant hug. “Thanks
for coming. Sorry you had to drive
all this way on Christmas.”
He draws back to give me
a good once-over. Are you
sure you’re okay? We’re just
happy you weren’t hurt.
“I’m fine, Grandpa. Someone
was watching out for us, for sure.”
After quick introductions, Grandpa
excuses himself. I’ll go take care