going, Granny takes all of her medicine and hands me Papa’s. Here goes World War III. “Papa, it’s time for your medicine.” I tell him, trying to sound assertive.
He shakes his head and pretends to sleep.
“Come on, don’t you want to sit outside on the porch while it’s pretty? You can watch the squirrels and birds.”
He holds out his hand. I give him a couple of pills and his glass of water. He acts like he puts the medicine in his mouth then smiles up at me like the cat who ate the canary.
“Open your hand, please.” I stand here tapping my toe on the floor waiting for this game to be over.
He shakes his head and looks away. “I don’t need any medicine, I feel fine.”
“I would be glad to take you to go see the doctor. We can talk to him about getting you off some of these pills.”
Papa crosses his arms, “All you want to do is keep me drugged up.”
“I know you don’t like them. I don’t like medicine either. Let’s make a deal. You go ahead and take these, and we’ll talk about getting your dosages cut down on your next visit to his office.”
He pops the pills into his mouth then opens so I can see he actually swallowed them. We started this when I caught him spitting them out in the garbage. I give him the last few pills and watch him take them. I wait for him to open his mouth. When he does, he sticks out his tongue.
“Are you wanting to be funny today, Papa?” I say teasingly. I can see by these shenanigans, he is going to give me a hard time today, “Do you want to sit on the porch a while?” If I sit him on the porch, will I be able to keep an eye on him and do the flowers?
He nods to me. Since he isn’t speaking, I wonder if he is upset with me. I did lose my patience with him last night. “Papa, I’m sorry I got upset with you last night. I was so tired and hadn’t been asleep very long.” He looks confused.
“What do you mean?” he asks. “What did we do last night?”
He has already forgotten about last night. “Oh, you beat me at checkers.” I turn to Granny, “Do you want to sit outside while it’s pleasant?” I hope she will so I’ll have an easier time keeping an eye on him.
“I think I will.”
She gets her walker while I hand Papa his cane then I help them to the porch. The smell of fresh cut grass tickles my nose and makes me sneeze.
“Bless you, baby,” Granny says a little breathlessly.
She has been getting out of breath easily over the last few days.
When they are seated in their rockers, I go back inside to get them glasses of ice water, the baby monitor, and the cordless phone for Granny. She can’t miss a call. I keep my phone in my back pocket so Papa doesn’t hide it.
The sun is already high in the sky, and beating down on me, making sweat drip from my nose. With the early start I’ve gotten though, I’ll have the whole afternoon to cool down before I head out tonight.
The Jacksons come out on their front porch and sit in these big white rocking chairs, which swallow them whole. The chairs are placed side by side with little white tables on either side of them. The chairs look as weathered as their owners who slowly rock in unison. Mr. Jackson reaches over and takes his wife’s hand. The owners of Hallmark could make a bundle from this view.
Hugh Hefner would probably make the most of the other view, though. The girl coming down the porch steps must be their granddaughter. She would be smokin’ if she wasn’t jailbait. She can’t be over sixteen. Her jeans shorts leave little to the imagination. The denim hugs her ass just right, making those some sweet cheeks to lick. Shit, Cash, she’s just a little girl. But that little girl needs to go inside and put some clothes on and quit prancing around out here. It’s not right for her tits to be that large, and the rest of her to be so miniature. If she were my little sister, I wouldn’t let her out of the house dressed like that.
Sweet Baby Jesus. She bent over. I need to do
He shakes his head and pretends to sleep.
“Come on, don’t you want to sit outside on the porch while it’s pretty? You can watch the squirrels and birds.”
He holds out his hand. I give him a couple of pills and his glass of water. He acts like he puts the medicine in his mouth then smiles up at me like the cat who ate the canary.
“Open your hand, please.” I stand here tapping my toe on the floor waiting for this game to be over.
He shakes his head and looks away. “I don’t need any medicine, I feel fine.”
“I would be glad to take you to go see the doctor. We can talk to him about getting you off some of these pills.”
Papa crosses his arms, “All you want to do is keep me drugged up.”
“I know you don’t like them. I don’t like medicine either. Let’s make a deal. You go ahead and take these, and we’ll talk about getting your dosages cut down on your next visit to his office.”
He pops the pills into his mouth then opens so I can see he actually swallowed them. We started this when I caught him spitting them out in the garbage. I give him the last few pills and watch him take them. I wait for him to open his mouth. When he does, he sticks out his tongue.
“Are you wanting to be funny today, Papa?” I say teasingly. I can see by these shenanigans, he is going to give me a hard time today, “Do you want to sit on the porch a while?” If I sit him on the porch, will I be able to keep an eye on him and do the flowers?
He nods to me. Since he isn’t speaking, I wonder if he is upset with me. I did lose my patience with him last night. “Papa, I’m sorry I got upset with you last night. I was so tired and hadn’t been asleep very long.” He looks confused.
“What do you mean?” he asks. “What did we do last night?”
He has already forgotten about last night. “Oh, you beat me at checkers.” I turn to Granny, “Do you want to sit outside while it’s pleasant?” I hope she will so I’ll have an easier time keeping an eye on him.
“I think I will.”
She gets her walker while I hand Papa his cane then I help them to the porch. The smell of fresh cut grass tickles my nose and makes me sneeze.
“Bless you, baby,” Granny says a little breathlessly.
She has been getting out of breath easily over the last few days.
When they are seated in their rockers, I go back inside to get them glasses of ice water, the baby monitor, and the cordless phone for Granny. She can’t miss a call. I keep my phone in my back pocket so Papa doesn’t hide it.
The sun is already high in the sky, and beating down on me, making sweat drip from my nose. With the early start I’ve gotten though, I’ll have the whole afternoon to cool down before I head out tonight.
The Jacksons come out on their front porch and sit in these big white rocking chairs, which swallow them whole. The chairs are placed side by side with little white tables on either side of them. The chairs look as weathered as their owners who slowly rock in unison. Mr. Jackson reaches over and takes his wife’s hand. The owners of Hallmark could make a bundle from this view.
Hugh Hefner would probably make the most of the other view, though. The girl coming down the porch steps must be their granddaughter. She would be smokin’ if she wasn’t jailbait. She can’t be over sixteen. Her jeans shorts leave little to the imagination. The denim hugs her ass just right, making those some sweet cheeks to lick. Shit, Cash, she’s just a little girl. But that little girl needs to go inside and put some clothes on and quit prancing around out here. It’s not right for her tits to be that large, and the rest of her to be so miniature. If she were my little sister, I wouldn’t let her out of the house dressed like that.
Sweet Baby Jesus. She bent over. I need to do
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