he wanted to knock at the house door
No not bad at all
What you reading, professor?
Im not a professor
You keep professing you aint . . that makes you one.
Clever Though you don strike me clever
I don think well have a problem I walk by
We yap Im on my way
an attractive young woman answered
it
Excuse me Arya the lady of the house he
felt like a Fuller Brush salesmanJESUS
This is my house, yes. she woudnt know wha Fuller Brush was
Your grandfather sat at the edge
of the street he an Id talk briefly when I passed Is he okay
He’s gone.
Moved
Yes.
Why Where
Back east. most everywhere was east of California
My aunt asked him to come live with her.
Was their friction between youexcuse me Im rude My names Joe I live up the street
I’ve seen you walked past for
years, seen you talk with Pappy. I’m
Edith.
Hello Edith Thas an oldfashion name
Isn’t it? My greatgrandmother on
my grandfather’s side came west in a wagon. I got two daguerreotypes she posed
for in Chicago. She was a finelooking woman, I’m said to take after her, few redheads in our family. I go by my middle name, although my default when meeting
people is to my give my christened name.
If I may your middle name
It’s Sioux, my grandmother’s side of
the family.
So your Grandfather went adios as
he liked to say
He did. He told me youth was
wasted on the young.
He may have said tha to make himself
feel better
He is straightforwarddidnt parse
his words
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