Cumberland (Not A Dream Book 1) Read Free Page B

one here wants to listen to your folly tales, old man.”
                  “Hey!” I said aloud.
                  Carolyn grimaced at me and then Olivia exclaimed, “I like folly tales!”
                  My grandpa turned to Carolyn, “My stories are not fake you old bat!”
                  “Our mom is not old!” Holly and Molly yelled together.
                  My grandpa snickered at their response, and Carolyn turned to him and demanded, “Shut up!”
                  I leaned towards Olivia and whispered, “ I am so sorry. ”  She whispered back, “ It is fine. This is better than television.” We quietly sat there to listen.
                  They continued to argue back and forth. My grandpa had to defend himself every time he had a chance to speak. Carolyn continually called him names. The room felt like it was spinning so I finally stood up and yelled out, “Stop!” I could hear my voice echo throughout the room.
                  I looked around and seen Olivia with her face in shock. I then looked over at my grandpa to see him rasping for air, so I asked him, “Are you okay?” He put his hand to his chest and winced in obvious pain. Carolyn rolled her eyes, and said, “Quit with your theatrics.” Then she stuffed her pudgy face with another bite, and I yelled, “He is not a fake! He is not acting!”
                  Olivia quickly got up and kneeled by his side, “I have seen this before, he is having a heart attack!” I turned to Carolyn, “Call 9-1-1!” She rolled her eyes again and continued to eat. Her daughters ran upstairs snickering, “Milly is so much trouble for giving him a heart attack.”
                  I bent down by him and claimed, “Everything will be okay, I promise.”
                  I looked over to Carolyn and seen her still eating. Olivia said, “Never mind her, I’ll do it. Keep a close watch on him,” she pointed at my grandpa.
                  Olivia immediately picked up her cell phone and was quickly connected to the 9-1-1 dispatcher. About five to ten minutes later an ambulance arrived. They instantly took action and sped off to the hospital.
                  I frowned at Carolyn, fighting back my violent intentions, and calmly said, “Thanks for nothing.” She shrugged her shoulders in response and left the table. I heard Carolyn call for her daughters in a snide way, “Come on girls. We need to go to the hospital. Holly? Molly?” She then said to me, on the way out of the front door, “We are going in my car.”
                  I turned to Olivia and said, “I am taking my car there. I don’t want to be near her.”
                  Olivia shook her head, “No, I can take you.”
                  “I’ll be okay, you can go home. I am sorry for tonight.”
                  She smiled and claimed, “We are friends now. I want to help.”
                  “But you have done enough.”
                  “I don’t feel right leaving you alone in this type of home.”
                  I grinned to say, “Thank you.”
                  Before we could say anything else, Molly and Holly trotted down the steps bumping past me to get outside. Olivia caught me before I toppled over and said, “We will take my truck.” I nodded in agreement, because I felt way too shaky to even walk a straight line. Even getting into her truck was a challenge to test my strength.
                  We drove in silence and then finally arrived at the hospital. I ran in while Olivia trailed behind. As I walked through the glass doors, I looked around for my grandpa. I didn’t see him, so I approached the receptionist, “Where is Bradford James’ room?”
                  She looked at her computer and said, “We