Page 8 of Georgie


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Later that evening, I was sitting in the resort bar drinking a martini when George’s grandmother, Martha Steiner, took a seat next to me and ordered a beer.

“You look downright pitiful, my dear. What did my grandson do now?”

“Nothing. It’s my dad.”

Martha smirked. “And what has that devilish Jack done now?”

“He charmed LeeAnn McDonald.”

“Ah yes. The former blushing bride.”

I looked at Martha and whispered, “What do you mean by former?”

“You haven’t heard? Poor Mr. Munson died of a heart attack earlier today. LeeAnn’s big wedding is a thing of the past.”

Groaning, I lightly banged my head on the bar.

“No. No. No.”

“Oh yes, yes, yes. The funeral is tomorrow at one p.m., sharp.”

“No.”

Chapter Three

Josie

Day of the funeral...

“So you’re going?” I asked, leaning against the door and watching my dad slip his suit jacket on. For the first time in months, my dad was actually fully and more specifically, completely dressed and shaved. I hadn’t seen that glint in his eyes for a long time, and although I was happy to see him back to his old self, I remained unconvinced.

“Dr. Steiner is scheduling you for some more tests.”

“Don’t need them. She cured me,” my dad said, adjusting the handkerchief in his breast pocket.

“Dad, you will do everything Dr. Steiner asks until he gives you a clean bill of health.”

“George.”

“What?”

“His name is George.”

“I know what his name is,” I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

Turning to look at me, he frowned. “Then why don’t you call him by his first name anymore? You used to. Now it’s Dr. Steiner this and Dr. Steiner that. What changed?”

“Nothing. I’m just keeping it professional.”

“Bullshit,” my dad cursed. “You two were getting along just fine and now you barely talk to each other. Something happened. What was it?”

“Nothing,” I sighed, straightening and running my hands down my black dress. There was no way I was havingthatconversation with him. “I’ll go get the twins.”

“Josephine?”

Looking back at my dad, he added, “You can’t keep running forever sweetheart.”

“I’m not running, Dad. In fact, I’m not going anywhere ever again.”