“Oh Alice,” Maggie sighed, her face scrunching up with concern. Before I could finish she pulled me into a tight hug. “I know you miss her, but she’s in a better place.”
I fucking hated that phrase. I’d heard it a thousand times since Gramma had died and it never failed to make me angry but I needed Maggie’s help so I ignored it.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, working my way out of her hug. “That’s not why I called you, though. I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” my best friend said at once. Good old Maggie, she couldn’t resist a victim in need. I led her to the radio in the living room and motioned for her to sit on the couch.
“Okay, just listen.”
I took a deep breath. I turned on the radio. I waited.
The dead air hummed with what became an infuriating buzz. Maggie stared at me with an equally infuriating look of empathy.
“Wait a minute,” I said, holding up my hand so she couldn’t start telling me how it was okay, everyone grieves in different ways.
“Just wait a fucking minute, okay?” I snapped, and she closed her mouth.
The static droned on. I think she gave me about five minutes, a lot longer than I would’ve given someone else in my place, before speaking again.
“What am I supposed to hear, Alice?” Maggie asked gently. I pressed my ear up against the speaker and listened for another few seconds before sighing and turning back to her.
“Nothing. It was stupid. Forget I even said anything.” I sat beside her on the couch. She pulled me into another hug.