"Grace, do you hear that?"
"What Mom, oh that, yeah, I hear that. It's some kind of high sound, like squealing."
"WHERE is it coming from?"
I walk around the kitchen. Grace walks around the kitchen. The sound gets louder in some areas and softer in some areas. I cannot for the life of me figure out where this high pitched squeal is coming from. I check the obvious places - the oven, the refrigerator, my watch. I look at her old meters on the shelf, pulling my ear in close. Nothing. The sound comes and goes as we both walk around the kitchen.
Grace leaves to sit on the couch in the living room.
"G, the sound is gone from the kitchen now."
"It's out here Mom, the sound is out here now. I still hear it."
"What do you mean G?"
I go out to look. I get closer to her. I lean into her and the Pod on her upper right thigh.
It is squealing.
"MOM, it's ME!!!!"