Going Solo: Grace Gen 4.7

The next night Jonas called again to tell me good night instead of texting. Over the next few days it became part of my routine. Vor and I would work in the garden, then we'd work on reenforcing his training. Jonas would text me twice and call me at night. The conversations were never that long, just a short recap of our day. He threw that routine off by calling me in the morning one day.

"Hello."

"Good morning, Grace. How are you?"

"Fine I guess. Just finished breakfast."

"So...sorry for interrupting but I just had an interesting visit from a guy that says he's your father."

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Going Solo: Grace Gen 4.6

"So glad I caught you before you left."

That made one of us. "Is there something wrong? Did she over pay me?"

That had to be it. I mean I didn't think I'd taken in that much. Mostly grapes and some lettuce, and a few lemons. I was expecting $100 at the most, not the $450 I got.

"What? No, I'm sure she paid you the correct price. I...I was wondering if you wanted to go for coffee."

Coffee? It was four in the afternoon, why on earth would I drink coffee now? Besides I didn't even like coffee so regardless his question would get the same answer.

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Going Solo: Grace Gen 4.5

Later that day, while I was out in the yard with Vor, my phone buzzed.

Just checking to make sure you got home okay.

I frowned at the message. He'd sat there with me, in his car until Grams arrived. I'd first called Dad, but he was out of town, and Mom was at at doctor's appointment with Erin. Once Grams arrived, Jonas left, but only after I assured him a tow was on the way for the truck. What was his deal anyway? My grandmother was there, plus other people had started arriving. On the way home, Grams made some passing comment about him seeming like a nice young man. I think she was getting senile in her old age, but I just smiled and made no comment.

Yes. I got home fine.

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Going Solo: Grace Gen 4.4

"I gotcha." His voice was deep and his smile was friendly. Friendly smiles meant trouble. He was touching me. His hands lingered on my waist. He was too close.

"Let go!"

I pushed him away. I needed to go, this whole thing was a bad idea. I should have never listened to Mom. The guy stepped closer, frowning at me. He was going to hurt me. I put my hands up, backing away only to trip again and this time I landed flat on my butt.

"Are you ok? I didn't mean to spook you," he said.

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Going Solo: Grace Gen 4.3

My house. It was quiet, secluded, and had an amazing view. Mom and Dad were both very concerned about the location, but I needed this. I didn't want neighbors close to me. Neighbors tended to be friendly, wanted to talk, that sort of thing. This place was perfect. A little beat up, but just needed some love to make it right again. Sorta like me. Once the parents realized I wasn't changing my mind on the place, Dad showed up with a moving day gift. Vormund was a retired police dog.

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Going Solo: Grace Gen 4.2

Two years after graduation and I was still living at home. I kept Carter for Mom and Dad when they had to work or if they wanted a night out.

That little boy and I were growing close. He was sweet and fun to hang around. He'd play outside with me while I worked in my garden. Hope was having a blast at college and when she was home for visits she tried to talk me into coming.

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Going Solo: Grace Gen 4.1

***SENSITIVE ISSUES DISCUSSED***

They say there are moments in life that shape you, define who you will be as a person. Little things like learning to drive or going to prom. The latter I was roped into by Hope who needed me to round out the 'group date' since Dad wouldn't let her go on individual dates still. I loved my sister, she was my twin, how could I not, but we were so different, still are. But, back to what I was saying about moments in life. My parents getting married was one of those moments. Most teens aren't the bridesmaids for their mother, but Hope and I were and it was great. That moment showed me patience really was a virtue.

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