Had she been lis­ten­ing to our con­ver­sa­tion all this time?

The People's Friend - - Short Story by Alyson Hil­bourne -

“I never get to know peo­ple as a locum. Nor how things turn out for them,” he said.

He asked about me and I told him about be­ing over­seas and com­ing back to live in Eng­land and how Gran was my roots. He told me he’d gone to board­ing school and had spent hol­i­days with his grand­mother, too.

“It’s good that your grand­mother has some­one to take care of her,” he said.

“But she’s tak­ing care of me at the mo­ment!” I squirmed, still cross with my­self for be­ing so help­less.

“I’m sure she loves it,” he said.

When he stood up to go, he ran a hand through his hair.

“Well,” he said. “Thank you for the tea. I sup­pose I should make my way back to my digs and find out what’s for dinner.”

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

“How are you at peel­ing onions?” Gran said.

“I shall give them my best bed­side man­ner,” he said solemnly and I laughed again. It felt good.

Talk­ing to Gary was easy and he seemed like a per­son who’d be straight­for­ward and hon­est, un­like the twotim­ing Sam.

I won­dered where the good doc­tor would be based when I was back on my feet. I hoped it would be some­where not too far away.

As we sat in the kitchen I re­flected that I’d told Gran I’d sort out my own ro­mance, although I hadn’t planned on throw­ing my­self down her steps to do it.

Still, I wouldn’t put it past Gran to have put a spell on the stones if she’d thought it would help. She’d do any­thing for me, my fairy grand­mother. n

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