Like a whirlwind, Daisy shot through the door, sporting a hot pink bathrobe, cowboy boots, her hair in curlers, and her face covered in a thick layer of white cream or some shit. She ran over to Grant, who let out a panicked yell.
“Oh honey, I’m sorry to frighten you.” She started laughing. “I must look like a nightmare!”
I nodded. “Yeah, a little bit.”
“I was just putzing around the house when Madison got up and told me the wonderful news! I was so filled with joy, I could not wait to run over and tell you how happy we are that you’re here.”
Grant eyed Daisy with a little concern running across his face.
“Don’t panic. This isnota Zombie spa day gone wrong.”
Grant couldn’t take his eyes off Daisy, who looked like an insane asylum escapee. As she smiled, a little dollop of night cream plopped onto the floor.
Grant wrinkled his nose. “Ma’am, I think your face is falling off.”
Roaring laughter came from Daisy as she shook her head. “You’re a funny little guy! How about you boys come on over for breakfast?”
“I had a ding-dong.”
“I can’t believe my ears! If you expect to grow up big and strong, no more ding-dongs for breakfast. How about I make you some pancakes and eggs?”
Grant patted his stomach. “I love me some pancakes.”
Daisy clapped her hands. “Alrighty then, you all get dressed and come on over in thirty minutes, okay?”
Daisy flew out the door, and we both looked at each other.
He chuckled. “Wow, she’s something else, huh?”
“You got that right, Grant.”
CHAPTER15
MADISON
Istood next to a river in Montana, looking at my phone and the checking account that had a $129.36 balance. Two things I sure as hell would not have been able to say just five days ago.
Damn psychic better release some funds or I might just be hitch-hiking once my plane lands in New York. UUUGGGHHH.
“You ready?” My dad laughed, as I must’ve been wearing a freaky face at the moment.
“Let’s do this!”
I tucked my phone in the pocket of my jeans. Well, the jeans from Daisy’s “too small” closet. She was sweet, but they were still a few sizes too big, and with no belts in sight, I used a long pink ribbon from a craft drawer as my makeshift belt. Boom.
My dad handed over a fishing rod with a silver bow on it, wearing the same smile he did when I was a kid.
“I bought you this when I found out you were coming. I thought I’d keep it here, hoping there are other times we may be able to fish.”
It was shiny red, just like the one he’d bought me for my sixth birthday. My heart swelled as I examined it. “I love it. Thank you.”
“I was always glad your mom let me take you and Zoey fishing. It wasn’t anything people did in her circles, well, maybe on a Hampton vacation, but she knew it was my thing.”
“Me too. Do you remember how happy she used to get when the three of us headed out?” We both eyed each other. “Yeah, it’s making a lot more sense now.”
I tossed a worm on my hook as I took a seat on a big rock next to my dad, and memories of my shutting him out for so many years shot around my mind.
“Dad, I, uh, I want to tell you that I think Daisy is a great lady. I’m glad you found each other and are getting married. You deserve to be as happy as possible.”
