"Do we even know her real name?" Emmie sighed about Macy's grandmother moving in. She thought she would have left by now, but the weeks were wearing on. It was a new month. This was getting weird.
Emmie crossed her arms in thought. "I know you don't think I understand, but I do," Emmie told L when she came over to rant about Gram. She knew how stressed L's life was with this outsider taking over L's place with kindness that could kill L.
"I'm sorry, you're having to go through this," Emmie found her hands on each of L's shoulders as if she could get through this, but when she looked at those sad puppy eyes of L's, Emmie could help but give her a hug, and she told her all over again how if she'd only known how this grown woman would be.
"Just stay with me." She said softly to L.
"No, I couldn't." L pulled back as if she could be a tough old bird, too. She wasn't a little girl.
"Yes, you can." Emmie looked at her wide-eyed. "You deserve to have a comfortable space to come home to."
L winced as if she hated to intrude. As if it wouldn't be right.
"Oh, come on." Emmie smiled as she put her arm around her and walked her through the apartment. "OK, I know there is only one bed, but it's big enough. It'll be like a sleepover. And you are free of bread and anything sugary here. We'll make the most on big fat salads and egg scrambles."
She reminded her of how they found that huge bag of rice from the Indian Store that was actually OK for diabetics, and she'd made a chicken curry not so long ago that didn't spike L's sugar. She went on about how it would be fun to prep meals for the week. "It'll be fun. Think of it as a vaca from your own place."
L chuckled. Emmie thought she was feeling better already.
"Let's get your stuff." Emmie would help her.
L nodded as if this might be the only solution for now.
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