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Chapter 1- The Call. 

Andy was sat in his only chair biting at his nails. He couldn’t believe how stupid he had been, what was he going to do now? It had only been an hour ago when he had yelled at some customers of ‘Beer n’ More’ and his manager had fired him on the spot. He didn’t regret it though. Bratty high school kids think it’s funny to boss the waiters around. He had left in such a rage that he hadn’t even taken his apron off.

He needed that job, he couldn’t survive on the money he was earning working for the copy company alone, he was already three months behind on rent and his electricity had been shut off. Maybe if he went back and apologised they would give him a second chance, but then again then never did pay him enough.

Andy stood up and opened the door to the empty and warm fridge hoping some food had magically appeared in there. It hadn’t, the only things he had was mustard and mayonnaise. Just as he was about to reach for the mayonnaise, deciding to eat it alone with a spoon his cell phone rang. It was a blocked number.

“Hello.”

“Hello…..erm is this Anthony?” The voice on the other end was deep and worldly.

“Yes, who is this?”  Andy answered around the sound of the coughs coming from the other end of the line.

“Anthony, it’s your Grandfather.” Another round of coughing ensued while Andy stood shocked and rooted to the spot. “I need you to come home son.”

“Excuse me.” Andy was even more stunned. “Yeh, that’s not going to happen so maybe you should go back to grandma and….”

“She’s dead son. Your Grandmother is gone.”

“When?” Andy asked in a tone that he hoped conveyed nonchalance even though he knew it didn’t.

“Two years ago in February. I-I-I’ve been trying to find you, it’s taken this long just to get your number. Anthony I need you to come home.” The voice on the other end had gone even deeper and had a begging quality to it.

“Why? You know Camden is the last place I ever want to be.”

“Yes well. I need you. I need your help. Your Grandma’s gone and to be honest with you Andy…” Using his nickname, that was a bad sign, “I’m sick. I can’t run the restaurant, or the fishing shop, hell I can’t even do my own gardening anymore. It’s ….bad.”

“How bad?” Andy was mentally calculating his options, should he go home and face the small town where everyone knew his truths or should he abandon the man who raised him as his son?

“It’s cancer. Lung.” Shit, Andy knew all options had evaporated. He was going to have to go home.