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street that I was never allowed to cross unless accompanied by an adult,
or at the very least, an older sibling.
Cherry-scented smoke from Grampy's pipe kept the hungry mosquitoes at bay
while gray, wispy swirls danced around our heads. Now and again, he blew a
smoke ring and laughed as I tried to target the hole with my finger. I,
clad in a cool summer nightie, and Grampy, his sleeveless T-shirt, sat
watching the traffic. We counted cars and tried to guess the color of the
next one to turn the corner.
Once
again, I was caught in the middle of circumstances. The fourth born of six
children, it was not uncommon that I was either too young or too old for
something. This night I was both. While my two baby brothers slept inside
the house, my three older siblings played with friends around the corner,
where I was not allowed to go. I stayed with Grampy, and that was okay
with me. I was where I wanted to be. My grandfather was baby-sitting while
my mother, father and grandmother went out.
Thirsty?"
Grampy asked, never removing the pipe from his mouth.
"
Yes," was my reply." How would you like to run over to the gas
station there and get yourself a bottle of Coke?"
I couldn't believe my ears. Had I heard right? Was he talking to me? On my
family's modest income, Coke was not a part of our budget or diet. A few
tantalizing sips was all I had ever had, and certainly never my own
bottle.
"
Okay," I replied shyly, already wondering how I would get across the
street. Surely Grampy was going to come with me.
Grampy
stretched his long leg out straight and reached his huge hand deep into
the pocket. I could hear the familiar jangling of the loose change he
always carried. Opening his fist, he exposed a mound of silver coins.
There must have been a million dollars there. He instructed me to pick out
a dime. After he deposited the rest of the change back into his pocket, he
stood up.
"
Okay," he said, helping me down the stairs and to the curb, "
I'm going to stay here and keep an ear out for the babies. I'll tell you
when it's safe to cross. You go over to the Coke machine, get your Coke
and come back out. Wait for me to tell you when it's safe to cross
back."
My
heart pounded. I clutched my dime tightly in my sweaty palm. Excitement
took my breath away.
Grampy
held my hand tightly. Together we looked up the street and down, and back
up again. He stepped off the curb and told me it was safe to cross. He let
go of my hand and I ran. I ran faster than I had ever run before. The
street seemed wide. I wondered if I would make it to the other side.
Reaching the other side, I turned to find Grampy. There he was, standing
exactly where I had left him, smiling proudly. I waved.
My
heart pounded wildly as I walked inside the dark garage.I had been inside
the garage before with my father. My surroundings were familiar. I heard
the Coca-Cola machine motor humming even before I saw it. I walked
directly to the big old red-and-white dispenser. I knew where to insert my
dime. I had seen it done before and had fantasized about this moment many
times.