Sundays With Ingrid
Grampy built a roaring fire. Ingrid made tea. They drank it from big mugs at the kitchen table. Grampy poured some VO into his.
“Is that a kind of whiskey?” Ingrid said.
“Canadian,” said Grampy. “Had a Canadian buddy.”
“Was that during the war?” Grampy never talked about the war.
“On Corregidor?” Ingrid said. Corregidor was some horrible thing. Mr. Sidney had been there with Grampy, although Ingrid had never heard any of the details.
“No point discussing that,” Grampy said. “Tell me again why the kidnapping’s connected to these pills.”
“What else could it be?” Ingrid said.
They went over the whole story a few more times. They drank more tea, Ingrid’s with milk and sugar, Grampy’s with VO. Grampy started repeating some of the same questions. Smudges darkened the hollows under his eyes, turned a little purple. He was getting tired.
“So you think this orderly’s involved with one of the Krakens?” he said for the third time.
“The youngest one.”
“Krakens are scum of the earth.”
They’d gotten to that point already. The sky darkened outside and the wind came up. Ingrid rose and taped cardboard in the broken windowpane.
“What should I do, Grampy?” she asked.
“No I,” said Grampy. “We.”
That felt nice too, especially if it had practical results. They sat in silence for a while. Then Grampy startled her by smacking his hand on the table.
“Got an idea,” he said. “I’ll lend you the three fifty-seven.”
“You could carry it around in that backpack of yours.”
“—think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, right,” said Grampy. “I haven’t taken you out with the three fifty-seven yet.” He glanced outside. “Maybe a little too dark now. How about tomorrow? There’s an old scarecrow in the barn. We could pin a heart on his chest and—”
“The gun won’t help us solve anything,” Ingrid said.
“Studied any history yet?” said Grampy.
He thought some more. No other suggestions followed. Maybe Grampy just couldn’t get his head around the whole steroid thing, the way the clock on his VCR was always flashing twelve.
From Behind the Curtain.
Tags: Echo Falls Series
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