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and this was just the beginning of the things I was going to need. Then it occurred to me, hell, maybe he didn't even live here anymore. Maybe he left this town and was much better off in life than I was. He deserved it. He deserved everything. It would be easy to ask Grandpa what happened to him, but it would be better if I never spoke of him again. The damn guilt of what I did to him was going to kill me before the week was over, I just knew it. "Aren't you going to ask?" I asked when I couldn't take it anymore. My grandfather acted like we had breakfast together every morning. Like I didn't get up and leave him in the middle of the night without saying goodbye. “I thought you would tell me when you were ready. Or we don’t have to talk about it.” I was slamming my hands on the old wooden table since I didn't have a coffee to drink. “So, is it like this? I come home and it’s like nothing happened?” "You're home safe and sound, that's all I care about." Grandpa shrugged and continued eating. I cleaned up after him, and when he said he was going into town, I decided I needed to go head on too. It was already noon and I didn't have an ounce of caffeine in me, and that was a sin. Should I be worried that Grandpa didn't like coffee who didn't love coffee? I was surprised that his old red truck still worked. So many memories in that truck. I didn't like it, but my grandfather taught me how to drive when I was fifteen, giving me my first taste of independence. "So what's new in town?" I asked as I looked out the window, watching the green grass blowing in the wind. I bet I was a vision, brown hair, wearing a navy blue pantsuit with a white silk blouse and black shoes sitting inside a truck that was so rusty it was a miracle the wind didn't destroy it. Grandpa made a face when I left the trailer, but didn't say anything. I wasn't the girl who grew up here, the one who had wild hair and wore combat boots and tight jeans like it was her religion. I was no longer the girl the town called trailer trash. “You know people here don’t like change very much. There’s a hippie cafe that’s been open for two years.” I rolled my eyes. Anything that wasn't your status quo around here was hippie or liberal. "The Millers' daughter opened it after she got back from college." That was cool. I liked Emma Miller. She was one of the few girls in school who didn't look at m