“Who was on the phone?” Casey asked. “My grandmother.” “Oh…” “She wanted to know if you were, uh, being treated or not. I told her we had to wait.” Casey tossed the magazine back onto the pile and looked at her watch. “This is going to be a very long hour.” “Anyway Grandmother is coming over.” “Here?” Casey looked alarmed. “Yes.” “Did you tell her to come?” “No, of course not. She’s coming because she wants to. She cares about you, Casey.” “I don’t want her to come.” Casey looked anxious. “Call her back and tell her not to come.” “It’s too late. She said she’s on her way.” Casey glanced around the waiting area, reminding DJ of a trapped animal. “But why is she coming? There’s nothing she can say or do to stop this. It’s not like I need parental consent or anything.” “I know.” DJ put her hand on Casey’s shoulder. “She’s just coming because she wants to.” Casey grabbed up another magazine, flipping frantically through it without appearing to even look.
