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Dad's Old Laptop

... leaving Sunday night she wouldn't be able to until Monday. She wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he took off. She walked away before I could whine about the school assignment I'd just lost. I was just about through cleaning the gunk off my hand when Grandma reappeared. She was carrying a warm wet washcloth that she held out to me. She still had a grin on her face. "Here, you might need this," she said glancing down to the front of my sweats. Red faced I took it from her and looked down myself. The front of the grey sweats had a large wet spot on them. When I looked back up Grandma was gone. She hadn't even told me what she'd wanted in the first place. I closed my door and stripped, put on my robe and went to take a shower. After the shower I put on some cargo shorts, a t-shirt and went downstairs to mope. The rest of the day went by pretty fast. At six Dad came home, kissed Mom on the cheek and went upstairs to the master bedroom. He came down dressed in pajamas just in time for dinner. While we ate he droned on about his upcoming trip to Japan and how much money he would get if he closed the deal on time. He also informed us that he would be leaving tomorrow morning instead of Monday. Mom took it in stride, I didn't give a rat's ass, but Grandma seemed a little bummed out after she learned of his trip. "How do you handle having Frank gone so much Tammy?" Grandma asked Mom. "Don't you get lonely?" "I'm used to it Martha," Mom answered, clearly not ...

... overjoyed with the idea of Dad being gone. "Besides, I have Russ to keep me company." "Ah yes, we can't forget about young Russell here, now can we." As she spoke she glanced over at me with a strange look in her eyes. After the dishes were cleared Mom and Dad went upstairs while Grandma, Grandpa and I sat on the couch to watch a little TV. I wasn't too thrilled by how close Grandma was sitting next to me with Grandpa at the other end of the couch. I really got uncomfortable when she placed her hand on my thigh and told me what a hunk I'd grown up to be. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Grandpa glance over and smile. When she placed her other hand on his thigh I began to relax. A short time later Grandpa stood up and stretched. "I'm kind of beat, think I'll turn in Ma," he said bending down and giving Grandma a kiss on the forehead. "Okay Pa, I'll be up in a little while," she said. "You guys actually call each other Ma and Pa," I asked with a chuckle after he was gone. "Sure, and when you're old and married you and your wife will do the same, mark my words," she chuckled right back. "I seriously doubt that," I told her. "You'll see," she replied confidently, patting my thigh and settling her hand a little higher on my thigh. "You never did tell me what you wanted earlier Grandma," I reminded her. "Oh that. Your Grandpa and I are going to have our forty-third anniversary soon, and I was thinking about doing something special for the old goat. I was hoping you might be able to ...