clothes and decided that I would look into some fashion designing schools after the holidays.
For three days before thanksgiving, the kitchen was filled with wonderful smells and Ronnie kept going in there and coming out with cookies. He always brought one for me, grandma and his daddy.
I walked into the kitchen one of those days to thank Mrs. Hildebrandt for all the hard work.
“Bless you child, but you don’t have to thank me. It’s my job. And I love my job.”
I saw a coconut cake, a chocolate cake, pecan pie, pumpkin pie and mince meat pie, and various cookies.
I must have made a face when I looked at the mince meat pie because she laughed, “Miss Gracie is the only one that likes it. I make it just for her.”
On Thanksgiving D ay we all dressed up to go to the table. Ronnie was so cute dressed in a suit and tie but, when I saw him pulling at the tie , I took it off him and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
Everything was delicious and I noticed grandma eating several slices of the pie.
“I want som e of granny Grace’s pie,” Ronnie said.
Grandma laughed and put a tiny piece on his plate, “I don’t think you’ll like it, sweetie,” She said and laughed at the face he made when he gulped down one small mouthful followed by a half glass of iced tea.
“That’s gross, granny Grace. How can you eat that?”
We all laughed at him. I felt so happy. L ittle did I know that my world was about to come crashing down around me.
CHAPTER 20
Ronnie woke me up in the middle of the night saying he didn’t feel good.
I turned on the bedside lamp, “What’s wrong, Ronnie?”
“I feel sick, like I’m going to throw up and I keep having to go to the bathroom.”
“You probably just ate too much. You want to sleep with me the rest of the night?” I asked as I pulled the covers back.
He nodded but just as he was getting into bed, he jumped out and ran to the bathroom and bent over the commode and was sick.
“My belly hurts so bad , Kathy,” he said as he bent over from the waist.
“I’m going to go wake up your daddy,” I said, putting on my robe. “You get into the bed.”
When I knocked on the door to their suite, Eugene came out looking confused, “Kathy? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Ronnie. He’s in my bed and he’s very sick.”
Eugene was wearing pajama bottoms and didn’t bother with a robe or anything on his feet. He ran to our suite and went in.
Ronnie was sleeping and we didn’t wake him up. “I think he might have eaten too much,” I said. ‘But do you want to take him to the emergency room to get him checked out?”
“Yeah, I think I should,” he said and left to get dressed.
I threw on a skirt and blouse and a pair of flip flops and was ready to go when he came back.
“I’m going with you,” I said and he nodded and picked Ronnie up and carried him down the stairs.
Of all the bad luck, Dr. Sims was working the emergency room when we got there but she was gentle with Ronnie.
“How much has he thrown up?” she asked and Ronnie said, “A lot.”
“He’s probably dehydrated. I’m going to start an IV line and give him some fluids. I want to keep him overnight and keep an eye on him.”
She turned to me, “How is your grandmother?”
“She’s doing really well. We’ve been gardening and she’s up and about, coming to the table,”
Before I could finish she nodded and stuck her head out the door to call a nurse to get him admitted.
When we got Ronnie to his room Eugene said he would take me home and come back and spend the night with Ronnie.
It was four in the morning when I got back home. I paused halfway up the stairs and decided to check on grandma.
She was lying on her back with her mouth open and, as I got closer, I tried to see her breathing but I couldn’t detect it.
I went over to her bed and gently shook her, “Grandma, grandma?”
She didn’t respond. I picked up the phone on
For three days before thanksgiving, the kitchen was filled with wonderful smells and Ronnie kept going in there and coming out with cookies. He always brought one for me, grandma and his daddy.
I walked into the kitchen one of those days to thank Mrs. Hildebrandt for all the hard work.
“Bless you child, but you don’t have to thank me. It’s my job. And I love my job.”
I saw a coconut cake, a chocolate cake, pecan pie, pumpkin pie and mince meat pie, and various cookies.
I must have made a face when I looked at the mince meat pie because she laughed, “Miss Gracie is the only one that likes it. I make it just for her.”
On Thanksgiving D ay we all dressed up to go to the table. Ronnie was so cute dressed in a suit and tie but, when I saw him pulling at the tie , I took it off him and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
Everything was delicious and I noticed grandma eating several slices of the pie.
“I want som e of granny Grace’s pie,” Ronnie said.
Grandma laughed and put a tiny piece on his plate, “I don’t think you’ll like it, sweetie,” She said and laughed at the face he made when he gulped down one small mouthful followed by a half glass of iced tea.
“That’s gross, granny Grace. How can you eat that?”
We all laughed at him. I felt so happy. L ittle did I know that my world was about to come crashing down around me.
CHAPTER 20
Ronnie woke me up in the middle of the night saying he didn’t feel good.
I turned on the bedside lamp, “What’s wrong, Ronnie?”
“I feel sick, like I’m going to throw up and I keep having to go to the bathroom.”
“You probably just ate too much. You want to sleep with me the rest of the night?” I asked as I pulled the covers back.
He nodded but just as he was getting into bed, he jumped out and ran to the bathroom and bent over the commode and was sick.
“My belly hurts so bad , Kathy,” he said as he bent over from the waist.
“I’m going to go wake up your daddy,” I said, putting on my robe. “You get into the bed.”
When I knocked on the door to their suite, Eugene came out looking confused, “Kathy? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Ronnie. He’s in my bed and he’s very sick.”
Eugene was wearing pajama bottoms and didn’t bother with a robe or anything on his feet. He ran to our suite and went in.
Ronnie was sleeping and we didn’t wake him up. “I think he might have eaten too much,” I said. ‘But do you want to take him to the emergency room to get him checked out?”
“Yeah, I think I should,” he said and left to get dressed.
I threw on a skirt and blouse and a pair of flip flops and was ready to go when he came back.
“I’m going with you,” I said and he nodded and picked Ronnie up and carried him down the stairs.
Of all the bad luck, Dr. Sims was working the emergency room when we got there but she was gentle with Ronnie.
“How much has he thrown up?” she asked and Ronnie said, “A lot.”
“He’s probably dehydrated. I’m going to start an IV line and give him some fluids. I want to keep him overnight and keep an eye on him.”
She turned to me, “How is your grandmother?”
“She’s doing really well. We’ve been gardening and she’s up and about, coming to the table,”
Before I could finish she nodded and stuck her head out the door to call a nurse to get him admitted.
When we got Ronnie to his room Eugene said he would take me home and come back and spend the night with Ronnie.
It was four in the morning when I got back home. I paused halfway up the stairs and decided to check on grandma.
She was lying on her back with her mouth open and, as I got closer, I tried to see her breathing but I couldn’t detect it.
I went over to her bed and gently shook her, “Grandma, grandma?”
She didn’t respond. I picked up the phone on
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