Inventing Grandmother (standard:drama, 2082 words)
Author: BENTLINK	Added: Dec 20 2004	Views/Reads: 3455/2321	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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I knew for sure this had to be my true as any thing very own Grandmother
from my mom's side of the family. She told me about how sweet my mom 
had been when she was little and how she loved to sit in an old rocking 
chair on grandma's lap. She also said one of her favorite things was 
brushing mom's long blond hair until it shined. 

Pretty soon she got even easer to see and stayed around all the time,
every day she sat waiting there in the kitchen when I got home from 
school. We didn't cook anything together but she would keep me company 
while I did my T V dinner and washed my dirty glass and fork and then 
would just hang out while I did my homework on the kitchen table.  She 
could never help very much with the arithmetic. 

She talked about how mean my dad's family had been when they found out
he had married my mother and knew that his family never spoke to either 
of them again after the wedding. Dad would just get real sad when I 
tried to talk to him about my mother, still I wanted to know all about 
what my mom had been like and how she had acted with me when I was real 
little and stuff like that. 

I watched the moms who came to pick up the little kids after school
while I waited for my bus home.  The little kids moms' were always in a 
hurry and seemed sort mad or something. They yelled at the kids or 
yanked their arms to get them out of line or into the car and always 
drove away without checking the kids seatbelts.  I ask my new granny if 
my mom had hit me or yanked me around or had been mad all the time. 
Granny answered in a sad sort of way "no your mother loved you she 
would never do things like that".  I wondered if the little kids moms 
didn't love them? 

One Saturday morning I got a real surprise, when I went to the kitchen
in just my underpants to grab a bowl of cereal to eat while I watched 
cartoons on T V. I found a complete stranger sitting at our kitchen 
table drinking coffee out of what dad said had been my Mom's favorite 
cup. A sort of pretty redheaded lady; wearing one of Dad's white dress 
shirts with the sleeves rolled way up and only a few buttons in their 
holes down her front. 

" Hi" she said smiling broadly "my name is Anne, you must be the boy."  
Over Anne's right shoulder I could see my grandma holding one finger to 
her lips in a keep quite sign, so I only nodded my head up and down as 
an answer. "Your dad and I have been keeping company for a while so I 
decided to sleep over last night." Again I nodded my head. "Your dad 
didn't say anything about you not being able to talk."  My granny moved 
a little more to Anne's right side and began pointing to my almost 
naked legs and chest. I ran from the kitchen and back to my room to get 
dressed, Saturday morning T V cartoons would have to wait! 

Now fully dressed including two pairs of socks and my good sneakers I
opened my bedroom door. Anne called out from the kitchen "come in here 
and write down how you like your eggs." I bet she really thinks I can't 
talk. 

I entered the kitchen with an "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you before but
you caught me by surprise, over easy is ok."  "Your dad wanted to be 
here to introduce me but they called him in to work, something about a 
broken pump. Well any way my name is Anne and I have been going to late 
movies and stuff with your dad for about a month now. He is a real nice 
guy and I like him a lot so I hope we can be friends too" again giving 
me her light up the kitchen smile. I was looking all over the place for 
grandma but she was not anywhere in sight.  I must have acted sort of 
frantic cause Anne stopped smiling and gave me an odd look.  I said 
"that's good, dad needs some company cause I am asleep every night when 
he gets home from work and I go to school before he gets up, that's 
good you keep him company" and I sort of meant it cause I liked her 
hair and her big smile and how she smelled. 

I would have stopped telling her stuff right there even if she did smell
good but she had started to make more things I had to eat and at the 
same time was asking about stuff in the kitchen. 

She wanted to know about syrup for the pancakes what I did on my days
off from school, did we have a mixing bowl. Then she asks me if we had 
a swish or something like that somewhere.  I had never heard of a swish 
so I said "no".  Did I like music and what kind, was the egg turner in 
a cabinet drawer and did I have a girl I liked. 

The eggs were just right and the pancakes were a lot better than the
frozen kind and I could have eaten a lot more but I knew I would have 
to answer more questions to get them so I said "no thanks." My no 
thanks didn't work Anne just kept asking more questions first about me, 
then about how long we had lived here and where we had lived before.  
Saturday cartoons were definitely out. 

Dad saved me from answering a lot more questions by calling from work to
say he had planned to take me to the mall to buy new underwear today 
but instead had to work and could I go with Anne. He ask to talk to her 
and after a little while on the phone she said "sure I can do that" 
then she giggled and got sort of red in the face then turned her back 
to me and said in a kind of creamy voice "I sure did, yes and you know 
I did too". Still a little red in the face but smiling she handed me 
the phone and Dad told me I had to go to the mall with Anne. Yep 
cartoons were done for. 

After the phone call Anne said "Go brush your teeth then watch some
cartoons or whatever you do until I get this kitchen cleaned up and we 
will go get your under things. I saw your shorts and you really do need 
some new ones." I blushed all over and grandma began laughing so hard 
tears ran down her face. This was the only time I had heard my granny 
laugh and I wondered if my mother's laugh had sounded like my grannies. 
Anne looked at me kind of funny again then while patting me on the 
shoulder said almost in a whisper, "you sure are a sad little guy 
aren't you?" Grandma stopped laughing and nodded her head in agreement. 



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