He glanced at the screen, barely interested. "She's just playing around. What are you getting worked up for?"
Playing around.
I looked down at the phone.
The call with Grandma Marianne had ended.
I called back.
Dead. The phone was off.
I clutched the phone, shaking all over.
Les walked over. "What's wrong?"
I didn't look at him.
"My grandmother's call dropped."
"Probably ran out of battery—"
He went quiet for a few seconds.
"I'll handle it first thing tomorrow," he said. "Just calm down."
Calm down.
My grandmother could be dying right now. Could already be—
And he was telling me to calm down.
I lifted my head and looked at him.
"Les."
"Hm?"
I looked him in the eye.
"I want a divorce."
His expression finally changed.
"What did you say?"
"Divorced. We file as soon as we're back."
He stared at me for a few seconds.
"Hope—I…"
"Ahhh—!"
Lila's scream cut him off.
She was crouched by the bench, clutching her calf, her face drained white.
"A snake! There's a snake!" Her voice shook. "It bit me…"
Les looked at me.
Then turned and ran to Lila.
He crouched down and checked the wound on her calf.
Lila clung to his arm, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. "Les, am I going to die…"