Chapter 93

These comics were Marcel’s pride and joy! He had to twist Major Garnett’s arm to finally snag them, and now he was hooked right in the thick of the juicy bits!

Marcel had spent a lifetime in uniform, always the picture of stone–faced seriousness, but for these comics, he was practically on his knees, clinging to his granddaughter’s arm, begging.

The moment Calvin heard that Noella was the one dishing out the prescriptions, he zipped his lip, grabbed the meds his granddaughter handed him, and was out like a light all afternoon.

Now, he just swung by to scribble a signature on the prescriptions that Noella whipped up, just going through the motions.

Officially, Calvin was still the head honcho doc, but let’s be real, the power to spring Marcel from the hospital lay in the hands of his darling granddaughter!

“Noella, can’t you leave just one for Grandpa? I’m at the good part, about to hit the motherlode of the plot!”

Seeing Marcel get the same treatment, Sexton was having a field day, grinning from ear to ear. “What’s so great about those ratty comics anyway? You’ve been through a stack of them and still no clue who’s kiddo that is.”

Sexton had flipped through some of Marcel’s comics himself.

“But the next issue is gonna spill the beans, right? Just leave me one!”

Noella picked up a comic, thumbing through it nonchalantly.

“Why’s it in Gerastor?”

Marcel chuckled. “The comic’s called Tandy, a Gerastor artist. I learned Gerastor just for this! Memorizing words at my age, talk about a slog!”

His nightstand was still piled high with dictionaries!

Tandy?

Never heard of this comic artist.

bold colors, a style one wouldn’t see much from local

slight frown, Noella studied the last panel. It showed a heart–shaped orphanage next to a hospital

Tandy Hospital!

Marcel’s comic tied up with Tandy

pocketed the comic, facing Marcel’s puppy–dog eyes. “Grandpa, I’ll hold onto these for now. You’ll get them back once

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onto the bed,

if I kick the bucket,

that

jaws would hit the

out you’ve been up all night reading. I’m taking this

comic from Noella’s hand, darting back to his room. fearing the last issue might

back, and snapped a bunch of

show

lap on his socials,

of exasperation and amusement. Guess the old man still had

tie the knot with Palmer, you’ll bunk with me, got it?

Great–grandkid…

Palmer hadn’t even sealed the deal, and Sexton was already counting chickens. Seeing the old man’s bubble of bliss, Noella couldn’t bring herself

Sexton, I’ll drop

box from under the bed, and

over, Sexton was back to whispering sweet nothings, playing

long life. A pill more or less won’t kill me. Don’t overdo it, promise

hand, nudged the little box into

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