more than a cup of tea

Camille wasn't sure what Josie wanted her to do, but she did lay out a BLT sandwich for Sky with chips and extra dill pickles.

She went back to the mess she got out of the oven, a mock pecan pie. It looked like a volcano had erupted..and those were not pecans, but chopped pretzels in goo that she had to scrape up.

"As you can see, I'm no Martha Stewart." She sighed.

Josie was upstairs with Carrie. Camille hadn't expected her to be gone so long.

"I'm so sorry to hear about your grandpa." Camille when to warm up Sky's hot apple tea as he attempted the sandwich.

"He's..he's actually not my grandfather." Camille thought she heard Sky say. She went to sit down, hoping he'd say more. He put down the sandwich and coughed down the bite of bacon. He sighed heavily then.

"Why does my mom, hate me so much?" He shook his head and nursed his bottom lip. That's when he told her about his little sister in the hit and run. "You know, she won't even come to the library now. Its not like it happened in front of the library. We..we were on our way home. and..and it wasn't like I wasn't paying attention. I just..I just didn't keep up with her...like I should have."

He looked at Camille then.

"I know it hurts." Camille managed to say.

"Now..now she tells me, Gramps ..is my father." He choked a cough as if he might be catching an early winter cold. "There..there are just so many questions now...like..like who is that guy in all those pictures I have..who..who I thought was Dad?"

Camille grabbed his hand to let him know he wasn't alone. All she could do was to cry with him.