---- She smiled. Seeing the recognition in my eyes, she reached out to pinch my cheek-just like she had always done back in high school. But I flinched and withdrew from her touch again, and she realized that I was still having a panic attack. However, she didn't pull away and asked in concern, ' Is it really that bad?" I forced a smile. "I guess." Realizing that it was a dumb question, she changed the subject, "So, how's Grandpa? I'd like to visit your place again if I can." At the mention of Grandpa, my eyes welled up with tears before I knew it. Reading my reaction instantly, she breathed quietly, " I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pry." It took me another moment to regain my composure. Ishook my head. "No, it's alright... Grandpa is gone now. Jolene was at once apologetic. "I'm really sorry-I ---- shouldn't have asked." "It's alright," I shook my head again, forcing a smile. She quickly changed the subject, smiling as she asked, "So, are you just going to stand out here? Not going to invite me in?" "Oh, right." She glanced around. The place was big, sure-but completely empty. Not a single piece of furniture in sight. She teased, "Wow... living the minimalist dream?" I looked around like she did, only noticing then that I really hadn't bought any furniture, and couldn't even make tea for guests. Smiling awkwardly, I answered quietly, "Just moved in, so I didn't have time for any of that..."