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Show 97 He nodded, keeping one arm around Dyna's shoulders. "They gave her a strong sedative. She's resting just fine. Doctor says she'll be all right." "Will she need an operation?" Then Aunt Grace remembered her manners. "Oh, look, shame on u s - " She took Oscar's hat. "Turn up the heat, Mary, he's frozen clean through." Oscar succumbed to the pampering, accepting a small glass of brandy and the rocking chair. Dyna stood awkwardly to one side, her hands in her skirt pockets, thinking how ironic it was to be dressed up for the occasion of her grandmother's accident. Gram had been trying to get her out of jeans all year. "I'm glad you were with her when she fell," Dyna said, sitting down in the needlepoint chair next to his. "I nearly wasn't. I didn't sleep too well last night. Woke myself up coughing, but I figured your grandma'd be mad at me if I didn't show up after saying I would. She was so set on getting to the store for some ground beef special." "Oh, Gram!" Dyna groaned. "Who needs hamburger that much?" Oscar passed his brandy glass to Dyna, winking to indicate she should have the first sip. "I'd better stay with you tonight. Your grandma asked me to." "No need for that," Aunt Grace said. "She can stay here." "Her grandma says she'll sleep better in her own bed." "Whoa, you guys! I'm seventeen. I'm a sitter, not a sit-ee_!" Oscar looked hurt. "Well, that's what she said. I can sleep on the couch. You wouldn't have to make up a fresh bed for me." "Oh, Oscar, you know what I mean." "Tell you what," he looked smug, like he was harboring aces. "I'll make the flapjacks in the morning. For everyone." Miss Mary chattered happily. "What about Gram?" Dyna broke in. "When can I go see her?" "They operate in the morning. She says you can come visiting about dinner time, but she'll be pretty fuzzy." "They're gonna operate?" Dyna stared at Oscar. "A hip replacement. They're putting in a brand new joint. Don't |
