"Primrose! Primrose!" I yelled, knocking on her door. No answer. I tried again. "PRIMROSE!" I yelled as loud as I could.
Grandma had died yesterday, she had a heart attack. Since it was a Tuesday, I was the only other person home. By the time I had called 911, I had a feeling in my gut that there was nothing we could do. I was right. Now I had to move to live with my dad in his apartment in Connecticut, where he worked. This was my last chance at goodbye.
"Nope. Haven't seen her in about a week, actually." Refridgerator told me over a cup of coffee, since I was fourteen now. "Sorry to hear about your grandma. May she rest in peace."
"I'm gonna miss you, Refridgerator," I said, hugging him.
"Me too, Kid. Me too."
"Thank's Refridgerator. If you see her after I move on Thursday, could you give her this letter? But only if it's after Thursday." I said, handing him the sealed envelope with a letter inside. I remembered what the letter said:
My grandma died of a heart attack on Tuesday, and I had to move to Connecticut with my dad. I'm sorry I never got the chance to say goodbye. I tried, and I went to Refridgerator's to see if he'd seen you, but he hadn't for around a week. Hope you're okay. I'll miss you, and I'll send you letters once I get to my dad's house.