The Grandparents Weekly visit

By Trish Hubschman

Day 7

It was Friday.

I had to rush home from school.

My Grandparents would be waiting.

Parked across the street at the dentist’s house.

“You’re late, kid,’ Grandpa would say,

A smile plastered on his face.

“No, I’m not,’ I’d retort.

I hate to wait till my last class ended.

Inside the house, we’d take our seats.

Grandpa on the couch, Grandma in a chair,

Me on the floor, TV set on.

We’d engross ourselves in soap operas.

Four-thirty on the nose,

Grandpa would tell Grandma to get in the kitchen.

It was Mom’s kitchen and not Grandma’s place.

I would stand up to Grandpa for her.

Grandma was probably flustered.

Grandpa loved it.

He teased me even more.

Mom was often peeved.

This went on for a few years,

Then Grandpa died.

I never watched a soap opera again.

I don’t think Grandma did either.

Note: My maternal grandfather was my best friend and I still miss him after nearly 40 years.

Trish Hubschman is the author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series: Tidalwave, Stiff Competition, Ratings Game, Uneasy Tides, and Gayle’s tales.

Trish is a graduate of Long Island University’s Southampton Campus and has a Bachelor’s degree in English-writing. She is deaf-blind and lives in Pennsylvania with her husband Kevin and their dog Henry.

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