A Deathly Exchange
“Ugh, Mom, you’ve been saying we’re almost there for hours, and the Smithers still won’t answer. What kind of name is ‘Smithers’ anyway?” I grumbled as I tried to shift into a more comfortable position. The seatbelt apparently had something against comfort as it kept biting into my neck like some sort of vampiric torture device.
“Quit moaning, Bri, it’s on the next street over.” Mom sighed, and I felt instantly guilty. She organized this house switch as a surprise for me after Grandma was admitted to a nursing home, effectively ruining my summers. In previous summers, as soon as school let out, I would fly out to my grandma’s house by the beach and stay with her until three days before the new school year. The worst part wasn’t missing the endless days at the beach; it was that the Grandma I knew and loved was gone, and in her place was a frail, almost child-like shadow of the strong and compassi