~ Chapter 23 ~
Grandma was standing at the door, her purse on her arm. She glanced between Leo and me, an eyebrow raised. I awkwardly smiled at her, saying, “Hey gran, you’re back early.”
“Yes, class was canceled. I took my time coming back,” she explained, setting her purse down on the now clean counter. “You both did a wonderful job cleaning,” she complimented.
“Does that mean I’m ungrounded?” I asked excitedly.
She glanced at the kitchen once more before turning to me with a grin. “Yes, you’re ungrounded. I’ll make sure and tell your parents.”
“Yes! Thank you!” I said, rushing over and giving her a big hug. She stumbled back a little before hugging me back, patting my back. When she let go, she turned to Leo.
“Thank you so much for staying with Dewey while I was gone,” she said gratefully.
He gave her a charming smile, saying, “It was no problem, she’s fun to hang out with.” He gave me a secretive wink that went unnoticed by gran, and caused my cheeks to start burning up a storm. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to take Dewey out to look for a couple hours,” he said.
I turned to grandma with a hopeful expression, mouthing the word, ‘Please’.
“Go on,” she nodded towards the door, causing me to burst into a smile.
“Thank you!” I said, giving her a quick hug before I rushed towards the back door, grabbing my flip-flops as I went through the doorway.
“Make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble,” I heard gran say to Leo. He quickly followed me out of the back door.
He came to my side, taking casual, long steps while I was practically jogging/skipping in excitement.
“So, where are we going?” I asked, slowing my pace a little as we approached his truck parked in front of the house.
He looked over at me, a sly smile on his lips as he said, “Somewhere I’m sure you’ll like.”
I smiled to myself at his answer, getting into his truck. The stupid seatbelt stuck for a moment before I was able to get it on, and when it was on, Leo was already starting the car. Country music came over the radio, and I decided to ask about it.
“Is country your favorite kind of music?” I asked randomly, leaning back in my chair.
“Yeah,” he said, a faint smile on his lips – as if he were remembering something. “My dad used to play it all the time on his guitar for my mom,” he added quietly.
Vaguely, I wondered why he never spoke about his dad, and why he wasn’t there when Leah had to go to the hospital, but I didn’t voice my thoughts.
“What about you? What’s your favorite kind of music?” he asked, turning the subject to me.
“Oh, I… I don’t really have one,” I shrugged. “I don’t listen to music very often, and when I do, I like listening to songs with lyrics that mean something to me,” I said, really thinking before I answered.
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Dewey Decimal Daniels. That isn't a name you would expect a girl to have, is it? Thanks to her parents, who first met at the small town's library, she's stuck with the name. But no matter how ironic it may be, she's ab...