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“I can’t find it,” Gramma says.
“It’s under your chair.”
“You think I can still bend that way?”
Gramma’s dry chuckle is still kinda creepy. The wire in her hands jiggles as she laughs at a private joke I don’t understand. I want to tell her what Mamma said which is that inside jokes are rude but I’m too scared.
“I’ll do it,” I say, and I take the wire from her hand and plug it into the outlet under her chair.Posted By pseudonym On 02.21.2011 @ 6:52 pm
Globes have always meant a lot to me. A small world sitting on my desk. All I ever had to do was walk over and touch it, and a part of me would be in Spain, France, Italy or whatever.
That’s why I became a collector of globes. They’re all over my house. There’s a pattern across them though.Posted By Pseudonym On 02.20.2010 @ 7:10 am