I started to imitate Dave, falling asleep until god knows when. I woke up to the sound of the room door opening. Zeke and Dad came into the cramped room. No Mom.
"Do you guys want some privacy?" Rhys sensed the atmosphere and started to get up. Where would he go? I don't know.
"No, no." Dad waved at him to sit back down. "It's okay for you to hear this too because we want to ask you for a favor."
"Sure. Anything." Rhys agreed blindly to his future request.
Dad looked at the sleeping Dave. Zeke went over and patted him awake, completely gentle. I couldn't tell if he was patient because Dave was hurt or because we were about to hear some bad news. Dave got up slowly and sat upright once he saw Dad.
Dad took a deep breath. "There's no easy way to say this, but Gramma is getting ready to go." He grimaced. "Your Grampa has been told to call hospice and prepare for the end."
