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mansion and then went to see my grandmother.  She’s sleeping now and I think I’ll go upstairs and have a nap myself.   Have you seen Adam? ”
    She shrugged, “He’s at work, I suppose.  I guess you don’t know him well enough to know he’s a workaholic.  Do you know each other at all?”
    I didn’t answer her and she shrugged and left.   As I made my way upstairs to our pretty green and white suite, I was deep in thought.  I really didn’t know Adam at all.  I felt like a fool, marrying a man I didn’t know and going to an unknown place.
    Did he marry me for my money?  I don’t think he could possibly love me anymore than I could love him.  He had schemed and I had gotten caught up in the moment.
    I had never been pretty and the only experience I had had with men were the boys I had dated from the church who were as brainwashed as I had been and then with the evangelist who had rap ed me and I had had to lie to protect him.
    Did I really think that someone like Adam could fall in love with me?  I had wanted so badly to believe it that I was willing to give up my career that I had worked so hard for, my friends, my mama, my life as I knew it, to follow this stranger.
    Now what was I supposed to do?  My grandmother was in no position to help me and I didn’t want to leave her.  I had just found her.   But I didn’t think Adam loved me or wanted me in any way.
    I f Adam had cooked up thi s scheme for money, which I suspected he had, then was he going to be happy keeping me for his wife?  I decided the answer was no.
    He had given me just enough attention to get me to marry him, but now he didn’t have to pay any attention to me, in fact, I could take it one step farther and say I would be no use to him at all.
    Would he kill me?  Was he killing my grandmother?  What if he and the pretty nurse, Rachael, were planning on getting rid of both my grandmother and me?
    What was wrong with her?  I went back down the stairs to question Rachael.
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 12
    Rachael wouldn’t let me in to see my grandmother.  She led me across the foyer to a small sitting room telling me my grandmothe r was asleep.
    “What’s wrong with my grandmother?” I asked before we had sat down.   “How long has she been ill?”
    “Your grandmother’s illness has come on gradually over time.  The doctor is not sure what’s going on with her.  She thinks a lot of it is just old age.  She is 74 after all.  She has headaches, drowsiness, and confusion.  She seems to need more and more sleep all the time.”
    “When does she have her next doctor’s appointment?  I want to take her so I can talk to him.”
    She laughed, “The doctor comes here every day.  Her name is Dr. Sims .”  She looked at her watch, “She should be here in about a half hour .  S he usually comes around three.”
    “Good, I want to talk to her.”
    Rachael glanced over her shoulder and then back at me, “Don’t you think you’re carrying this granddaughter charade a little far?”
    That’s when I knew she was in on the scam.  I decided not to tell her I was really the granddaughter .
    Instead, I said, “I want everythin g to look authentic, don’t I?  A loyal granddaughter would be concerned and want to talk to the doctor.”
    She shrugged, “I suppose so.”
     
     
    When the doctor came I took an instant dislike to her.  She was a small woman in her mid-forties with hair dyed pitch black and dark brown eyes.  She wore her white coat for the home visit an d for some reason it made me distrust her.
    When I started asking her questions about my grandmother, she became defensive like I was questioning her competence.
    She talked to the nurse for a few minutes while ignoring me and when I followed her into my grandmother’s room she looked annoyed but didn’t say anything.
    She sat on the edge of her bed and took her hand and patted it, “How are we doing, Miss Gracie?”
    My grandmother opened her eyes, “I don’t