I Loved Them Before They Arrived
“They’ll be corndogs,” Grandma muttered.
We cousins laughed, having never heard of these relatives before today.
“Corndog company,” Aunt Mina agreed. “They were ridiculous last time.”
Last time was twenty-four years ago.
“They are goofy, mongrels,” Grandpa whispered. But he winked.
“Crazier even than your Arizona cousins,” he told Grandma.
But he was smiling, as if the corndogs were comedians or entertainers.
I loved them before they arrived.
If nothing else, they would spice up Grandma’s annual reunion.
We would watch for any oddity or nuance, reporting it in detail.
Bringing new stories of their strangeness to the other reunions.
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