Page 134 of Eleanor & Grey
I knew, because I needed one too. We each needed the other, maybe not lips against lips, but hearts against hearts. Maybe we’d both needed someone to talk us through the hard days, to get us closer to the light.
“You don’t talk about her, do you?”
“No.”
“Because you don’t want to?”
He shook his head. “No, because people get tired of a person’s sadness. They all start moving on and expect you to do the same.”
I tilted my head and looked up into those gray eyes that I’d loved so long ago. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Every single thing about her.”
51Eleanor
“Hey, Eleanor? Can you come get me?” Karla asked as I answered the phone. It was around 10:00 p.m. on Saturday, and I was beyond confused by her call. Claire and Jack were on a trip, so Lorelai and Karla had stayed home for the weekend, which made the fact that she was calling me pretty odd.
“Please,” she cried.
Her voice was low and shaky. I sat up straighter in my bed.
“What do you mean, come get you?” I asked. “Aren’t you in your room?”
“I was, but I, um, I sneaked out to go to a party. I...” She started to sniffle. “Please just come get me, OK?”
“Where are you?” I questioned, hopping out of my bed and tossing on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I scrambled around to get my shoes on, and I grabbed my purse and keys as she gave me the address.
“Are you hurt? Are you OK?”
“I’m fine, it’s fine. I just... I just want to go home.” She started sobbing into the receiver, and it broke my heart.
“I’m on my way. I’m coming.”
“Just don’t tell Dad, all right? He’ll never trust me again,” she warned through her tears.
“Just stay there, Karla, OK? I’m on my way,” I said once more, trying to give her all the reassurance that I could over the phone.
I hung up the receiver and dashed out of the house anddrove straight to Greyson’s. I rang the doorbell repeatedly until he answered.
He raised an eyebrow. “Eleanor? What is it?”
“It’s Karla. She’s at a party, and we have to go get her.”
“What? No. She went to her room a while back,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.
“No, she just called me. She sneaked out a while ago.”
“What?!” he snapped, his eyes widening from shock. “I’m going to kill her,” he hissed, hurrying over to get his shoes on.
“First let’s just make sure she’s OK. She sounded really upset on the phone. I’ll grab Lorelai.”
“OK, I’ll meet you out front.”
When I grabbed Lorelai, she was yawning, asking what was going on, but I just told her we were going for a quick ride. We headed outside, and Greyson already had the car running. I placed Lorelai into her car seat and buckled her in, then I hopped into the passenger seat and closed my door.
“Where are we going?” Greyson asked with his hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel. “Where are we going?” he repeated, his voice stern.
