Alice. That's all I'm permitted to say.
Ch. 4“Well its high time I tell you: my great grandfather is dying.” She didn’t even look away from me when she said it.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” It sounded lame, even to me. “Yeah, yeah. Well I’m not. I’ve been waiting for the old geezer to die for ages. Now I have to visit him every month. Mum says he only likes to see me, but she just doesn’t want to visit him either.” She kicked a pebble hard, sending it flying into a bush and I noticed the bitterness in her usual whining voice. For the record, not once did I complain or even think about complaining that I had to come along too. This shows just how self-less I really am. (…Just wanted to point that out.)
We walked a few more minutes in silence before Alice pointed to an old Victorian-styled house. “That’s the place,” she said, and I followed her in.