Fay watched through the raindrop splattered window. She was looking at her mother as she got into the back of the red jeep that was parked in the driveway. Her Grandee and Aunt Barbra were sitting in the front seats. Aunt Barb sat behind the wheel, windshield wipers still going. They were taking Grandee to a nursing home, an assisted living facility. They weren’t going to drop here off--it was just a visit. Fay's mother and aunt wanted Grandee to see what it would be like to live there. They hoped she'd like it.
When Grandee began to get sick, she moved out of her fallen down house. She had to leave her husband Mac behind. Grandee settled in with her son Jon, his wife Aunt Barbra, and their two year old son William. They lived in a tiny, cluttered house in New Hampshire. Aunt Barbara quit her job to stay home and look after Grandee. It was a selfless act of kindness, but it had become more difficult to take care of Grandee and William. Grandee had recently fallen when Aunt Barbra was out getting groceries. When Grandee fell, she dislocated her shoulder, and had to go to the hospital. At the last minute, Fay's mother had to drive to New Hampshire to visit Grandee. Doing so, she missed Fays semi final soccer game. Fay's mother and her aunt decided Aunt Barbra’s attention should be focused on her son. Fay's mother wanted Grandee to come to a nursing home close to her in Massachusetts so she could visit often. When it was decided, Aunt Barbra drove Grandee down to Fay's house so they could go together and check out the nursing home.
Fay slipped on her shoes, put on a raincoat and went out side down the back steps to her driveway. Aunt Barbra got out and hugged Fay, mentioning how long it had been since they had seen each other last. It had been about four months. Fay smiled in agreement. Then walked over to Grandee, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Fay leaned in and hugged Grandee, getting Grandee a little wet. Grandee looked so skinny and frail. Her hair was white and thin but brushed nicely. As Fay pulled back from the hug, Grandee still squeezed her arm affectionately. Fay squeezed Grandees arm affectionately in return. This kind of thing was awkward for Fay. She was not good at talking to older people. It was hard for her to look Grandee in the eyes, but she did. She smiled and slipped quietly away after Aunt Barb shut the door. Barb walked over to her side of the car and hopped in. Fay waved as the jeep backed down the driveway and turned out onto the street.
