This week’s word is SWEET. This is a continuation of the Thanksgiving short story.
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“I had no idea you’d gone to medical school. As much as I loved your grandparents I didn’t really see them once I came back from college myself.”
“No problem. Gramps died a few years ago. You can’t be expected to have paid much attention to a former teen boyfriend’s grandparents, could you?” Chip smiled. His white teeth that had always been one of his best features shone in the dim light of the room. “Will you come tomorrow and be tested? I know it’s a holiday but I’ve made arrangements to have the tests done as we need to move quickly for Matt.”
A bit sad that he thought she didn’t have a lasting tie to his grandparents and more than a little ashamed that she hadn’t tried to keep in contact with them, Molly said, “I can be tested but what are the realistic chances of finding a donor?”
“We won’t know until we try.” Chip stood and brushed the front of his pants. “You’re tearing that ribbon to shreds.” He nodded at her hands.
“Oh, I guess I am. I was going to make a wreath but ran out of time since I’ve been gone. I guess I can save it for next year.” She looked down and sure enough, she’d made a mess of the end of the roll. She stood to follow him to the door.
Chip turned the knob and pulled the door open, then shouldered the screen. He walked onto the porch and turned to her where she stood half in and half out of the house. Cupping her face in the palm of his hand, he whispered, “You’re still the same sweet Molly I remember even though I’ve heard how tough you are now.”
Confused by what he meant and more than a little addled by the warmth of his touch, Molly couldn’t find her tongue to respond and before she knew it, he had leapt off her porch and was gone into the darkness of the night.