05
When Stuart got back from the office, he could
hear music blasting from the guest house.
He stormed inside and found his grandma
sitting in her wheelchair, surrounded by eight
male models in various states of undress,
dancing their asses off.
Even her heart monitor was keeping the beat.
The doctors standing by, ready to resuscitate
her, looked like they wanted to scream.
“Sacrilege! What is the meaning of this?!”
Grandma’s face was red as a beet, but her eyes
had a spark he hadn’t seen in years!
Stuart glared at me, but before he could say anything, I dragged him out of the room.
Outside, Stuart pointed a finger at me. “Summer, have you lost your mind? You can go
crazy on me, but not on my grandma! Someone, get these freaks out of here!”
The butler and the maids chimed in, “Yes, Mr. Huntington!”
“Nobody’s going anywhere!”
I slapped Stuart across the face. “Calm down
and listen to me.”
Stuart’s eyes widened. “You dare hit me?”
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“What’s stopping me? I did it last night, and
you seemed to like it.”
Stuart’s ears turned red, and his anger deflated
a little. “You…”
He glanced back at the butler and maids.
The butler pointed at a sago palm in the
distance. “Oh my, is that sago palm blooming?
Whose turn is it to water it today? Did we do
it?”
All the maids went to look at the nonexistent
sago palm.
“These flowers are so rare. I’m so amazed that
I can’t hear a thing.”
“Me too. Can’t hear a thing.”
Stuart was speechless. He glared at me. “Don’t
go blabbing outside!”
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I grabbed his collar and kissed him on the lips.
“If I can’t talk, can I kiss?”
His eyes went wide, and his face turned even
redder.
I was smitten with him.
“Y–you! Save stuff like that for later!”
“Okay.” I got serious. “Do you know what your
grandma told me today? She said she’s
completed her mission and doesn’t want to live
anymore.”
“What?” Stuart looked shocked and started
toward the room.
I grabbed his arm. “Don’t panic. She saw you
get married and thinks no one needs her
anymore. I think I’ve talked her out of it now.”
Stuart looked annoyed. “Was that you? Or was
it those eight monsters?”
“The method doesn’t matter. What matters is
the result. She’s your only family, and I’ll do
whatever it takes, even get a bad reputation, to
keep her here.”
Stuart looked at me, his expression hard to
read.
I smiled. “Touched? Then can I try something
new tonight?”
Stuart’s ears turned red again.
