Nana Simon
"Suzie?" someone asked, I lifted my head, and wiped my eyes.
"Nana!" I screamed, running off the stoop, and hugged her tight, crying into her shoulders.
"What's wrong, Susannah? You've talked to Gina, eh? Seen her little boy, er… Jesse?" at the sound of his name – I sobbed more.
"Oh nothing Nana, Yeah I've seen Gina" and someone I didn't want to see "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you in … 7 years. I've missed you." I said bringing fresh tears to my face.
"Where are you staying? Do you want to come home with me?" she asked, I hadn't really thought about that, I expected to see Gina and for her to let me sleep there, but then again – I expected not to see Paul either. Things don't always go as planned.
I slowly nodded and we walked to my old house.
"So, Susannah, how is your mother?" She asked, walking off to get me something.
"Fine, Andy's show went national, nothing special. " except the incident, but I couldn't tell her about that. " How about you?"
" Nothing much, Mary down the road, you know –her grandson that you had a crush on – he's married now," she said, thanks for reminding me of that nana, " well Mary died, very sad – got hit by Tom the Turkey in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day's parade."
I attempted to look grief-stricken but in the end I gave a small snort and ended up laughing. She got run over by an oversized turkey! "Susannah … it is not funny … Susannah …" she said, beginning to laugh. In the end, we were both rolling around on the floor laughing.
Nana stood up and looked at her room, then looked at the clock. It was midnight and the clock began to chime. "Well, You've had a long day, I think we should be heading to bed now." She said, walking towards her room.
I settled in my old room, but I had no intention of sleeping. How could I? When I only dreamed of the past. And the villain of my past? Yeah – I could hear him snoring next door.
I was tired of attempting to sleep, I walked out of the room and towards the television in the lounge, maybe I could watch another repeat of Desperate Housewives. I was flicking the switch when I heard hushed voices coming from Nana's room. A male voice! Did nana have a toyboy? Eew! Everyone seems to be getting together but me! But as I gently pushed open the door, I realised that he wasn't her toyboy, sure – he was young enough to be, but … well… he was glowing.