Oji must have heard them talking, because suddenly his eyes were open and with a cry he levered himself up out of the driver’s seat and hobbled toward her, arms outstretched. She ran to him and flung herself into his embrace, the last four days crashing down on her all at once like an avalanche until she was sobbing so hard into her grandfather’s shoulder she could hardly stand.
Screaming crying throwing the FUCK up. Oji is EVERYTHING.
