Nova
I was so intent on watching TV that I hadn’t noticed that Kris had left. Ava was sitting in a chair beside the bed and looking at her phone.
I tire of the cartoon and find something else to watch. It was a sitcom that seemed familiar to me. I laugh hysterically at it. It’s about four older women who live together.
“I used to watch this with my grandma when I was home sick from school,” Ava says.
“Grandma,” I say, and an image flashes in my head.
“Nova,” Grammy says as she gently shakes my shoulder. “It’s time to get up, dear.”
I was having the most pleasant dream and open my eyes to look up at my great-grandmother. “Five more minutes?” I mutter.
“You know we have a schedule, dear,” She pats my chest, “Get up.”
“Nova,” Ava is touching my arm, and I jump slightly. “Sorry,” She
