then I thought; No! Im his kid。 He wouldnt do that …
would he?
I looked around at everything we had — the big house; the white carpet; the antiques and
artwork and stuff that was everywhere。 Would they have
given up all the stuff to make my life more pleasant?
I doubted it; and man; I doubted it big…time。 Id have been an embarrassment。 Something to
try to forget about。 How things looked had always
been a biggie to my parents。 Especially to my dad。
Very quietly my granddad said; “You cant dwell on what might have been; Bryce。” Then; like
he could read my mind; he added; “And its not fair to
condemn him for something he hasnt done。”
I nodded and tried to get a grip; but I wasnt doing a very good job of it。 Then he said; “By the
way; I appreciated your ment before。”
“What?” I asked; but my throat was feeling all pinched and swollen。
“About your grandmother。 How did you know that?”
I shook my head and said; “Juli told me。”
“Oh? You spoke with her; then?”
“Yeah。 Actually; I apologized to her。”
“Well…!”
“And I was feeling a lot better about everything; but now … God; I feel like such a jerk again。”
“Dont。 You apologized; and thats what matters。” He stood up and said; “Say; Im in the
mood for a walk。 Want to join me?”
Go for a walk? What I wanted to do was go to my room; lock the door; and be left alone。
“I find it really helps to clear the mind;” he said; and thats when I realized that this wasnt just
a walk — this was an invitation to do something
together。
I stood up and said; “Yeah。 Lets get out of here。”
For a guy whod only basically ever said Pass the salt to me; my granddad turned out to be a
real talker。 We walked our neighborhood and the
next neighborhood and the next neighborhood; and not only did I find out that my granddad
knows a lot of stuff; I found out that the guy is funny。 In a
subtle kind of dry way。 Its the stuff he says; plus the way he says it。 Its really; I dont know;
cool。
As we were winding back into our own territory; we passed by the house thats going up