Hi Grandma
“Hi Grandma!”
The woman’s mouth clamped shut hard.
She was irritated beyond belief.
Who was this young arrogant brazen whippersnapper?
And why did he feel comfortable sitting on her bench?
“Hey Grandma!”
She glared at him, hating his clothes, his torn pants.
Especially hating his stupid looking haircut.
“Don’t you recognize him?”
She looked up at her daughter.
Then she looked back at her fifteen-year-old grandson Chad.
Chad was grinning with his goofy silly ‘I love you’ grin.
“How do you like my do?” He asked, showing her the back.
“I love it,” she lied, reaching to touch the spiky parts.
Her daughter laughed.
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