and not even getting the door closed before she drove off with a screech of tyres.
He didn’t dare ask why they were hurrying. “Conor,” his grandma said as the car raced down the road at alarming speed.
It was only when he looked at her that he saw how much she was crying. Shaking, too.
“Conor, you just can’t…” She shook some more, then he saw her grip the steering wheel even harder.
“Grandma–” he started to say. “Don’t,” she said. “Just don’t.”
They drove in silence for a while, sailing through Give Way signs with barely a look.
Conor re-checked his seat belt. “Grandma?” Conor asked, bracing himself as they flew over a bump.
She kept speeding on. “I’m sorry,” he said, quietly. She laughed at this, a sad, thick laugh.
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t?” “Of course it doesn’t,” she said, and she started to cry again.
But she wasn’t the kind of grandma who was going to let crying get in the way of her talking.
“You know, Conor?” she said. “You and me? Not the most natural fit, are we?”
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