"And that's the story of Texas and Kansas."Both of them looked either confused or horrified. Their parents are gonna kill me. "Grandpa, is this story true?" Jo Anne asked. Her brother kept looking at me. "In some ways yes," I answer. "Did Texas and Kansas die Grandpa?" Alex asked. "Well, I don't know. Did they live or did they die, you tell me."

"I think that the helicopter missed and they lived!" Alex exclaimed. "But they were running out of gas, idiot."

"You're an idiot!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah huh!"

"Alright. Stop or I'll tell your parents that you've been bad." I said. They immediately shut up and ran to the other room to play with the dog or something.


"You sure you're alright?" Erica asked. It's not an old thing, her worrying about me seeing as I am 67 and dying of boredom. "I'm fine Erica. I should be the last thing you should worry about."

"Alright," she sighed. "Kids, say goodbye to Grandpa." She said as she grabbed their bags and headed out the door. "Bye Grandpa," they said in unison. "Goodbye."


My day started as usual, now with the kids gone I don't have to make breakfast for anyone but myself. I take my prescriptions, read the paper, and watch Chanel 6 all day. But at night, 9:00 precisely, I go to my closet, unlock my safe, and take out a jacket.

The jacket is the only thing I have left of Kendall. After all it was the only thing I got after he was shot and I got surrounded.."


A/N: That's it! It's short, it's horrible and this is a really, terribly bad chapter. I just wanted to END the story. Okay goodbye.