GoodbyeGoodbye by GrandDuchessIsabelle
It has been a long time since lunchtime.
I know this because of the big, old clock on the wall outside Grandmama's bedroom, which keeps on ticking, even when I close my eyes and put my hands over my ears, it still ticks loudly in my head, throbbing through my skull. Lunch was at twelve o'clock precisely. It is now five oh four.
I am tired too. I couldn't sleep last night; I just lay awake in my bed, listening to Maurice and Leopold breathing deeply. I don't know whether Drino slept because I couldn't hear his breathing, but he wouldn't answer me when I called. I wouldn't be surprised if he was awake. After all, it is hard to sleep if in another room nearby, your grandmother is dying.
It is a quarter past five.
I knew that it was very serious when Mama telephoned for Auntie Helena and Auntie Louise to come, early this morning. Of course they came as quickly as they could, with Uncle Christian, Auntie Helena's husband, in tow. Uncle Lorne, who is married to Auntie Louise, stayed at home.