phone call

Joey watched how Fa ith waited at the bus stop, hands on her cheeks.

He shaked hands, but Fiath didn't see him. Then the bus came.

Joey closed the window, then went to the living room for some muffins.

Grandma got him some milk, and sat down and ate together.

Grandma didn't feel like talking, but not Joey.

"Why Faith cried? Why she left?"
"She said nothing." Grandma stopped drinking milk.
" Will she come back?"
"We'll see."

Grandma knew that she talked to him last night. But she couldn't hear well from her room.

"Well, I need to make a phone call."

Grandma dialed her daugher's number. No one picked up the phone. It was probably too early, as JOey's mother worked as waitress and her husband in a convenient store.