MAVERICK

“Hey, Nana.” I kissed her on the cheek even if she wasn’t too excited to see me. “Did you take your medicine?”

She went back to the kitchen, continued working on her pecan pie, and slid it into the oven.

“Are you okay?” I dropped the grocery bags on the floor and grabbed a clean towel as she removed dirty utensils and brought them to the sink. I cleaned the table, waiting for her reply. “Nana, what’s going on?”

“You lied to me,” she ...