Still in shock from the events of the morning, the brusque, odd nature of the phone call, and all the people in the office, I could hardly focus on what I’d just been handed.

Aunt Frida sobbed quietly. Uncle Horrace was swearing under his breath. Someone passed gas, but nobody was admitting to it. Everyone else seemed as stunned as me, or at least that what I figured from their silence.

Could I do this? This was not what I needed, not after that morning, the altercation with Heimlich, and the issues with Janet. And that’s not even taking into account the letter from the dean. And goodness knows I should really call my doctor back.

Then again, maybe this was just what I needed after all. Fortune or no fortune, this could be good for me. I choked back the sobs, wiped away the tears and looked at the paper in my hands more earnestly. Route 66, all mapped out. Five sites for five bags of ashes, bags of grandma. Grandma, that old character, was sending me on one last adventure with her.