“I just don’t… I don’t think he’d listen even if you talked to him. You have to underst—”
Ginny budged up on the bed to let Fisayo sit next to me.
“You have to understand, his entire life has turned upside down. You kids have grown up like this. He hasn’t. He’s scared. He’s confused. He needs space.”
“He needs space from me,” I mumbled.
“I think he needs space away from everyone,” she said.
This is it.
I’m losing him.
He was slipping away from me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
“I hate to pile on the bad news,” Nonny said. “But I'm going with him.”
I must have looked really shocked because Nonny rushed to add.
“Oh, I'm sorry, Auggie. I just-I need to spend more time with him. And then there’s that thing with Paul.”
I’d completely forgotten about the revelation in all my self-wallowing.
“Of course. I understand,” I said.
“I wish I could be there for both of you—”
“It’s okay. You need to be with your son. I understand. You don't have to explain anything to me.”
“Thank you,” she said and embraced me.
I squeezed her tight in my arms. I didn’t want to let her go, but I had to.
“I'll be leaving tomorrow,” she said when we separated. “I love you.”
I smiled at her.
“I love you, too, Nonny.”
Nonny squeezed my hands, then took Ginny’s hand.
“Love you, too, missy,” she added.
Ginny attacked her with her arms, and now she was full-on crying.
“Don’t forget about us poor people,” she told her.
“Poor?” Fisayo laughed.
“We’re all poorer without you,” she said.
Fisayo rolled her eyes, but I caught a glint of redness in her pupils. This was as hard for her as it was for us.
“Now, go to bed. Both of you.”
Ginny laughed, and Fisayo followed. Nonny left the room leaving me alone with my sister again.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked me.