We ended up hanging out together the whole night. I told her about things Iâ€™ve never told anyone (except you guys, of course). I told her about the legacy, and about my grandma Tristen passing away, and how I wanted to visit and ocean and outer space someday. She was really cool about all of it.
We even discovered a room in the house that I hadnâ€™t been in. Howâ€™s that for weird? But I think itâ€™s now my favorite room in the house.
I tried to call Violet the next day, but her mom said she was busy and couldnâ€™t come to the phone. Then she had to work all weekend at the golf course. I had no idea where this golf course was or why it was still open in autumn, but I didnâ€™t ask questions. I just delved into my wolf books. Andâ€¦I got a littleâ€¦obsessed.
I became determined to see a wolf. Poor Longfellow â€“ I even neglected him a little. One night I put food outside and waited out there till morning for a wolf to show up.
But I didnâ€™t see one.
Then another sad thing happened â€“ the saddest thing Iâ€™ve ever experienced. And I was even prepared for it, too. Well, sort of.
My Grandpa Trent gave me a hug one night and said, â€œYou know, Iâ€™m really proud of you, kiddo. Youâ€™ve turned out to be a good egg. And I know youâ€™ll take good care of this family.â€
After that, I just had a feeling. He wasnâ€™t going to be around for much longer.
The next morning, Grimmy came for him. Even though he had been expecting it, Grandpa didnâ€™t look too happy about it. Those flowery leis and the hula dancers donâ€™t fool anyone.
But by the time he had the tiki drink in his hand and could probably see the shimmering island waters appearing before his eyes, he had a smile on his face.
I tried to think of Grandpa being somewhere lush and relaxing, giving Grandma a shoulder rub while ukulele music plays all around, but I was just too sad that Iâ€™d never see him again. Not for a long time, anyway. Well, I might see his ghost, but thatâ€™s not really him. Just a reflection of him, a shadow heâ€™s left behind.
Iâ€™ll miss him a lot.
I could hear Melly crying in the next room, too. She and Grandpa were pretty close.
Good thing she has Lancelot to cheer her up. And I have Longfellow. Heâ€™s really an awesome dog. Even just patting him on his dopey-lookinâ€™ head makes me feel better.
I finally saw Violet at school the next day. We didnâ€™t get to talk much, which bugged me. But Iâ€™m going to track her down one of these days and ask her on a date. Keep your fingers crossed for me. In the meantime, Iâ€™ve had another amazing experience.
I was walking around our yard one night, half-heartedly looking for wolves but mostly thinking about Grandpa, when I rounded the corner of the house and saw a huge black shadow racing towards me.
Frozen on the spot, I did nothing but stare in horror. I thought for sure the creature was going to rip my throat out. Imagine my surprise when he suddenly slowed down and trotted up to me just like Longfellow might do.
I held my breath. Here it was, finally. A wolf. And he was looking up at me expectantlyâ€¦almost like he knew me. I reached out and petted his soft fur, feeling totally at ease now. I know itâ€™s ridiculous, and I canâ€™t say why exactly, but I felt like this wolf was telling me that everything was going to be OK.
But one thing really I found really strangeâ€¦and kind of disturbing. I donâ€™t remember any of my books saying that wolves had glowing eyesâ€¦
(to be continued…)