Still Got It

Chapter Nine

W hen she woke, her mouth was like sandpaper and her eyes so sore she could barely open them. A glance at her phone and the light pouring through the open shutters told her it was six o’clock on a sunny Saturday evening in Greece. She should be celebrating the fact that her daughter was pregnant, not worrying about how much involvement she’d have with her grandchild. A cold shower should help.

Grace dressed carefully in one of her leopard-print dresses, choosing the pink and grey version to go with the new suede espadrilles she’d bought with Sofia. A little eyeliner and mascara helped to make her eyes look less piggy, and the sun cream she wore anytime she was outside smoothed out her skin a little where it had been patterned by the cushion she’d laid against.

A generous spray of perfume and she was ready to go for a walk in the town and maybe a bite to eat. She’d got used to being on her own most of the time– she’d had to– and going out alone didn’t hold any fear.