“Hello? Hello. I’m calling from… my grandmother’s house, she fainted—” Raizy’s babbling, her words are incoherent
Bubby. Lying on the kitchen floor. Not moving.
“Bubby! Bubby, are you okay?!”
I know as I say it it’s a stupid question. Of course, she isn’t.
But… can she get up? Can I help her stand? Where’s Zeidy, what should I do—
Raizy comes flying up the stairs from the basement. “Bubby! What happened? Oh my, oh my!”
“Zeidy,” Bubby says weakly. “Call Zeidy. He’s learning in the shul…”
“What?” Raizy leans closer. “What did she say, Ashira?”
“To call Zeidy. What’s his number? You know his number?”
“His number? I have it saved in the contacts on this phone. Here, I’m calling. He’s not answering, it goes straight to voicemail—”
Bubby gives a little, panting sigh, and then her eyes close.
“Raizy!” I half-say, half-cry, grabbing her arm.
She pulls back, annoyed, but then she sees Bubby’s face, and she stills.
“Is Bubby… is she….” Her voice trails off in a horrified whisper.
