death in the family

'My grandmother is dead.' There was no expression in her face, no emotion. He glanced up and gazed at her for a moment before asking, 'Who told you?' 'My mother. Very formally too. No feelings, just cold hard facts.' 'Are you sad?' She looked up then, and when her eyes met his, a brief smile crossed her lips. 'No, not really. I don't know.' She leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. 'I had so much rage in me during out last conversation. And that's all I can remember. And I don't know what I'm feeling now.' He hummed. He had not been there for that tragic explosive encounter, but he had seen her afterward, seen the look in her eye, that glazed over distant look, that bright red lip swollen from her nervous teeth. He knew then what had occurred, even though she never mentioned it in so many words. 'I think I hated her then. I don't think I do now, but damn, it makes it difficult to process.' She sighed and paused for a moment before continuing, 'Because I did love her when…