Ache

A slick, spanking-new, four-wheel drive

pulled up. Out stepped a tall teenage girl.

I gasped. She was the spitting image of

Alice. She pranced around in the same

self-adoring manner. A brow-beaten man,

presumably her Father, went to retrieve

the bags. Vivienne came out to greet her.

Laura squealed with delight. The two

hugged theatrically. Vivienne introduced

me to her gorgeous granddaughter. I

couldn’t control my pounding heart. My

palms poured with sweat. I prayed I

wasn’t blushing like a loser.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist