Here we go again! (previous)
I didn’t know what to say. Was I supposed to take a hint and change my behavior, or did he really mean it when he said it wasn’t my problem? I felt like I needed to do at least something, but I didn’t know what. I could only distract from the issue, but had nothing available to solve it. ‘Want to look through grandpa’s old photos again, see if we can find clues or something?’ We used to do that frequently when we visited him. Not in recent years though.
‘Yeah.’ He smiled, subtly shook his head. ‘That’d be cool.’
‘Hey dad!’ my mother greeted the old man as he let us into his home. She hadn’t brought flowers this time, his allergies were getting way too severe for that. ‘It’s been a while, how’re things?’
He motioned for us to come in as he shuffled aside to allow us. ‘It’s ‘kay.’ he mumbled. You could see he was having a bit of trouble following us to the living room at a decent speed, but I wasn’t supposed to offer help. He didn’t like it when others felt sorry for him. He was more than capable of walking places himself. All part of the facade.
‘Hey Pippin.’ he sighed as he slumped into his chair. I hopped onto the arm rest of it, putting my head at about the same height as his. ‘How’s school goin’?’
It was a fairly standard question to which he got a fairly standard answer. I wasn’t lying when I said it was going well, but I hadn’t exactly stopped to consider my grades.
My mother interrupted our little moment of genuinely boilerplate conversation. Shame, it had become something I enjoyed about my grandfather. ‘He’s made friends with a nice girl in his class!’
‘Has he?’ he nodded. You’d have to know him to tell he was really surprised about it. ‘Is she nice nice, Pippin?’
‘What? No!’ As if he didn’t knew she was nice nice.
Did you know episodes aren’t released entirely linear? Chances are this is one of the later episodes in the series, you just can’t know it yet. (It doesn’t matter much, don’t worry.) (next)