Free Love Don't Live Here Anymore (The Love Collection Book 3) by Vy Antenette Page A

when Summer awoke. The smell of breakfast filled the air and her stomach responded in a favorable way. When she opened her eyes, she knew she wasn’t in her own place and began to panic. Her eyes darted around the room in an attempt to adjust to the new environment and assess it at the same time. Settling on a large photo pinned on the wall, she recognized Braxdon out of the group of guys and girls. She got up and put on her socks and shoes, ran her fingers through her hair, and went to search for Braxdon.
    “You’re up,” he said.
    “Yes. Good morning. Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing me here? I would have much preferred to go home.”
    Braxdon smiled at her. “Well, I started to bring you home, but you wouldn’t wake up. I didn’t want to rummage through your purse, looking for your keys, so I figured I would bring you here and let you sleep. Hungry?”
    Summer nodded. Braxdon fixed her a plate and poured her some juice.
    “Brax!” a woman called out.
    “Yeah, Gramma?”
    “Baby, I need you to pick up my medications when you go out.”
    Braxdon sighed. “Gramma, I got them for you yesterday, remember? I’ll bring them to you.” He shook his head.
    “Your grandmother’s here?” Summer asked.
    “Yeah, she lives here. Well, I live with her.”
    “Gee, well, you could’ve told me. I feel so rude. Can I go say hi?”
    “Yeah, when you’re done eating, I’ll introduce you,” he told her and went to get his grandmother’s pills.
    By the time Summer was done eating, she went searching for Braxdon and found him rummaging through a bag full of medications as his grandmother sat on a recliner, watching reruns of Walker Texas Ranger .
    “Hello,” Summer said.
    “Hi,” his grandmother responded.
    Braxdon made the introductions. “Gram, this is my friend Summer and Summer, this is my grandmother, Mattie Lee.”
    “Call me, Honey. Shit er’body else does.”
    “Oh no, ma’am. I have to call you Ms. Honey. My grandmother wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
    “Southern woman, huh?”
    “Yeah, Deep South, Mississippi. She passed away fourteen years ago.”
    Ms. Honey smiled and nodded. “Where’s my medicines?” she asked Braxdon.
    “Gramma, I’m all confused. There seems to be more medications now than you had two weeks ago. I thought the nurse straightened all this out.”
    “She did. But when I missed that last payment, they stopped sending her. I can’t afford no hundred dollars a week. Hell, all she do is check my blood pressure and sort them pills. That don’t seem worth it to me.”
    “Gramma, I’ll get the money and pay them the back amount and whatever else I can. You need someone to oversee these medications because I don’t know what I’m doing.”
    “Fuck ’em. I’m old, anyway. If I croak, I croak. I lived my life. At eighty-five, I’m ready to meet the Lord.”
    Braxdon snickered, but Summer felt uneasy. Is this how people feel when they get old ? she wondered. It was obvious that Braxdon was trying to be a good grandson and help his grandmother out. She felt for both of them and wondered where Ms. Honey’s children were because none of them seemed to have a hand in meeting her needs.
    “Ms. Honey, if you don’t mind, I would like to take a look at your medicines. I’m a registered nurse, so I’m pretty familiar with this sort of thing.”
    “Well, God bless your heart. Braxdon, you done went and got yourself a good girl this time. Not like that other hoochie hoe you used to bring around here.”
    “Gramma!” Braxdon scolded.
    “Well, I’m just saying.”
    Summer laughed and asked Braxdon to bring her all the medications plus the pillbox. Braxdon watched Summer go through the bag and read every label. She organized the pills based on time of day and frequency. Once she had everything sorted out, she placed them inside the pillbox accordingly.
    “Ms. Honey, all your medications are right here in this pillbox and separated based on when you need to take