Elliott walked down the hill on his way to the shuttle stop, but Gracie stopped at her usual place, dead in her tracks.
“Come on, Gracie, hurry on up. Five minutes to the Google shuttle.”
Gracie always chose this one house to poop in front of, I guess, because the driveway always had a nice bunch of leaves. But Elliott took another look at his watch. He’d probably miss the shuttle.v Just like he’d missed out on that windfall – the courts gave it all to Hal, who waltzed in with his mother’s lawyer (also his new boyfriend) and demanded half of Elliott’s Google stock. Hal would throw it all away on trips to Acapulco and glitzy artwork. It’d all be gone in eighteen months, just like the new boyfriend. And then what? Elliott no longer cared.
Gracie finished up and they continued their walk down 18th Street toward Dolores Park.
But Elliott did care about his parents, even if they were three thousand miles away in a nursing home. Mom with Alzheimer’s Disease. She still remembered him when he called, but she couldn’t tell him what she’d done since yesterday. And Dad – his mind still there, but the body completely disabled by the stroke. The only thing they seemed to be excited about these days – well, that would be Republican politics. And that reminded Elliott of the election – of course, given Elliott’s recent luck, if it were a tie as everyone predicted, it’d probably go to the Repulsivecans. Mom and Dad would be happy, but the rest of the world would be screwed.
Nope, Gracie and he made the shuttle. But that’s what life was like for him now – all downhill from here.
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