“I wouldn't leave you, I told you I wouldn't,” I said, smiling, and having to wipe a tear away. He knew what I meant. It probably sounded strange to the grandmother, and if I said anything further, it would have made her frightened.
“I know,” Fritz said. “You're a good friend.”
“You get better. Okay?”
He nodded. “Christmas? Your house. Right?”
“Sure,” I said. I hadn't even thought of having Christmas at my house. For that matter, I hadn't remembered it. How far away was it? A week? Two? I would have to ask Bryce once we were out of here. “Bring your grandma, and your brother, too.”
“Oh, my Lord.” His grandmother, now standing, stepped over to the other side of the bed. He turned his head to look at her. She had begun blubbering.
“Grammy Ginger?” Fritz said. “What are you making with
